2 weeks

2 weeks.
For a straight 2 weeks
2 weeks straight I forced myself to stay awake.
Something like grotesque curiosity.
It is only my responsibility
to test the limits I can impose
and to experiment on me.

The sun is rising on what may push to a third
Sleep has become the newest dirty word
for something lost brings something I can earn
and only when I push myself will I be brought beyond
the boundary of what I have already learned.

Only the clothes have changed
I ought to think on that
and people seem different when you see them multiple times
in the same cycle
you look at someone with a tone of judgment
if you know they have slept since you saw them last
when you haven't.

They don't know
though
how could they?
but perhaps the sense it in your eyes
or the stare that seems to drive you from the conversation
with a broken waiting.

How long I can push this
is clearly different
from how long I should
with the aid of foreign substances
I could probably never sleep again
and the efficiency would increase
exponentially

But there is a voice in your head
and falling from your teeth
before you continue to operate this
heavy machinery
you maybe aught to contemplate
at least a little sleep.