Lipless

Elusive sleep spawns a poem.
A warm summer's eve lolls along
Leaves blow in the breeze
In a mellow tone, sing-song
Life allows a little tease

Darkness wafts in through
Open cracks left ignored
Light leaves, says adieu
Leaves the ignorant daily hoard

The clocks go on again, again
Tick, tock, tick, tock
Still awake until the end
Seems sleep will never dock

The vessel of sleep eludes my soul
Bridges still open that take their toll
Am I crazy or in control?
Is my head filled or just a hole?

Knock, knock. Anyone there?
Awaiting an answer, am I aware?
How do I answer, I know when I'm lying
How, now, however: I know I am trying

Lipless words then speak to me
How they come so innocently free
They say just let the answer be
Should I argue with my own plea?
Is your head filled or just a hole?
Filled
Hole
Wait, what's the question?
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