Sleep calls

Sleep calls,
but
I ignore it.
instead latching onto the late-night adrenaline
hoping to somehow
squeeze out seas of inspiration
from a wandering mind
that straddles the line
between focussed and dreaming;
one last splurge
of cathartic creation
to impact into tomorrow and next week
and next month and next year
and always the next,
to satisfy a nagging doubt of unfinished and unfulfilled
that a destructive circle of late nights and late rises
fails to bring to fruition.
Just let my mind wander,
and journey in the deep
so I can become again.