Bollixed
It went without saying (or should have, anyway),
That since you didn't go to sleep, last night,
Rather stayed up, watching TV, from dusk to dawn,
You didn't wake up, this a.m.
But that was just the rub;
Not waking up left you in a highly untenable position —
Dead, so to speak.
On the surface, it would seem obvious enough:
You stay up all night, you literally don't sleep,
Experience no recess from activities,
Get no rest for your deprived flesh and bones,
Miss out on the necessary replenishing of energy,
Lacking which, decisions get botched, rhythms go berserk,
Tongues issue malicious epithets they later regret.
Yet apparently (or so it seemed to all the few
Who expressed concern for your condition),
Something more than slightly sinister
Had bollixed the cogs of the cognitive mechanism
Responsible for your distinguishing one sleep from another,
Causing you to believe you'd ceased being,
For having failed to wake up from a sleep you never slept.
10/16/09
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