Shhh.

Sleepless

The light flew

like a nettle-sting

into my pupils

in spite of my hands

my eyes closed

but instead of repose

that light moved

within golden shoes

and galloped before

my sight.

my body alive with sleepy ants

my mind alive with phantoms,

I was a restless couple wrestling with myself...




I am not sure who wrote this, it is in the Contemporary Irish Literature: Transforming Tradition...