Haiku in the Small Hours

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    Haiku in the Small Hours
    2.19 am.
    Another sleepless night in
    rucked-up sweaty sheets.

    Unnoticed by day,
    This metronomic ticking
    Is thieving my sleep.

    It's no use hiding -
    My water glass magnifies
    the luminous dial.

    Ominous red glow
    Like an army on the ridge,
    Retreat to my dreams

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    In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

    Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

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