it is when sleep defies me, that i am reminded of it all.of the storm outside the windowswhen the eyelash flutters;of the awaken nightsand throbbing slumber;of sniffs and snuffsinside the chamber;of painful cutsnever to remember;of wild flowers tickthat stops soon after;songs of unwrittennot meant to be tender;of lies and deceitsof slave and master;of walks in the rainat the end of winter;and