Of sleeping their nights or waking it

Of sleeping their nights or waking it up or waking themselves up to see the night waking up to be awake the night awake in which you woke up to be awake in a night that woke up a little while ago words just because they could be like cobwebs strings serving a purpose to house a spider eight legs two eyes and a million, million dreams about being the most popular spider in the world and a few regrets about not being the most popular spider in the entire universe, yet, and there always is scope for improving oneself spider or someone else otherwise say self-help kings and queens of blinds and shades of black and blue beating their drums blood a steady thin stream or a streak if you will dripping down flowing out gushing out of your ears oh happy new year and all those people who used to write once upon a long time ago stories that made you smile and then they disappeared leaving all those words and stories for you to take out of little glass jars and to listen to them when you are alone blue nostalgic old-time like the golden yellow sodium vapour light from the streetlamp of a deserted street where blows a cool warm wind breeze oh how amazing now warm now cool with traces of the sea and salt in it soon to be a cloud soon, soon, soon, perhaps early tomorrow morning or on your next birthday – tell me, tell them – how would you like it?