Sonnets burn over my eyelids, too - much nicotine I sipped
scorching rays of silence so dark, just too tired to sleep..
who turned on the flash button, who wants to get clicked
the kid went out with a cross and a harp, feeling too tired to sleep..
the boozed street-lights wobble and cuddle, they have their own way
I squeeze some strings touch some others, drink some; sound looks deep
This all so still, stillís paint grey walls of cubicles, here no shadows can creep
The cant-dream thingy is a proper-noun, called too tired to sleep