wb :

It's fashionable to be
    An insomniac.
To have glowering eyes
That speak not
With dancing joy
Or burning hate
But with resentment
Of the rested.

It's fashionable to be
    An insomniac.
To not answer,
To maintain
A cryptic
    enigmatic
        exquisite
            silence.
A silence cries out for an answer.
A silence stings the ears.

It's fashionable to be
    An insomniac.
To be a mind
Trapped in
The body of
A slug.
Wading in
Thick sludge.

It's fashionable to be
    An insomniac
'Cos no one
Can look into
An insomniac's eyes
To see an
Insomniac's soul.

-- 10th July --

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