when_sleep_comes_down birdmad heavy-eyed and lonely the hypnotic hum of the fan and the faint melody of the radio on low volume the glass of water on my nightstand and the the faint red glow of the LED clock old injury left untreated, twitches in anticipation of the storm clouds that line the horizon in all directions, kept at bay by the relentless radiant heat of the city it's nearly 2:00 am here now, i should be asleep already, another day at the office ahead of me. if only i didn't have to dream 010723 what's it to you? who go blather from