If you can’t fall asleep
Where can you fall instead?

Can you fall under the spell
Of your own sleeplessness?
Can you fall in love
With some tiny trace
Of beauty in the world
You had never thought to notice?

Can you feel the sensation in your body
Of falling?
Do you feel scared?
Do you feel elated?

There are places in our lives
Where our fingers slip
We lose our grip
And find ourselves plunging
Into something unknown.

Where do you find
The unravelling edges
Of your control?
Can you live at the border
And tolerate – or maybe even savour – the sensation?

Can you accept the state of falling
As a constant –
Rather than a means to an end –
As you keep your vigil
On the borders of dreamland?

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