can't sleep

can't sleep and
ergo poetry was
there (or here)
to listen for a
few - a commun-
it-
y(?)
to read and re-
spond - not the
spoonfed masses
but other crowd
-s of poeTs. ee
would fit in, i
think, somehow.
perhaps? perha-
ps
i missed the s-
torm tonight, i
sailed right on
the edges of it
in safety and s
-miling.

ergo, poetry is
born onto the web
once again.