Now it is withdrawal and insomnia. Not
that I'm in bed trying to sleep, but
awake and unsatisfied with the gnawing sense
both that something precious but indeterminate
is missing, and that a wonderful
event is about to occur just
beyond my peripheral vision, as though,
if I were suddenly to turn around
just right, I'd see
primordial beauty
unfolding before me,
but it stays a thin hint away
from the here and now no matter
which way I turn my head.