Nothing separates at 3:21 AM,

everything runs together,

an egg with a broken yolk,

body and brain refusing rest,

wander like a phantom,

walking on egg shells through

a relentless, ticking house.

Two more hours and the

alarm will bring a new day

to this day without end

and the two will become one

cracked egg with a double yoke,

plowing the fields of time

together, step by faithful step,

encouraged along by the crack

of the plowman's whip.