Sheep Counting Playlist

Only those who count sheep, those who are
Deprived of sleep are able to hear this; to
Listen to the repetitive rhythm of sounds,
Static which compiles the melody filling every
Corner of my tired mind, resonance;
Vibrations from a heater without heat,
Never warm enough to thaw the ice
Polluting my veins, frozen toxicity—
Never revealing what I desperately seek
Only goosebumps, vein invisibility.  
Melodic humming from the fridge filled with
Bottled water, future regrets and unwanted
Desires.
To the rested these sounds are merely  
Monotonous whispers, unexceptional
And entirely un-impactful.
Easily dismissed at noon when competing
With the chaos of an awake world
But at three in the morning, when that
World is silenced, asleep and dreaming..
You’ll wonder how you’ve lived this long
Never hearing that heater, overlooking
That harmonious [ humming. ]
Serenading sounds to count sheep to,
The heater, the fridge and these travel
Clocks possessing time I’ll never grasp—
Intertwine, conducting the soundtrack
To every one of my nights.
Composing the quiet symphony only heard
By those who never sleep, heard
By the tortured insomniacs, the restless
       [ Junkies ]
And tonight, it plays on repeat.