I used to say that the gleam dots
hovering ‘cross the pitch black,
like a migratory flock
of swallows’ waltz, were fewer than
the trampling of destructive thoughts
that swarmed my mind before the calm
of the dreams that lulled me then.

Now, I still wrestle with sleep,
but I just lay still and blank.
This is a good setup for whatever you write next. Leaves us wondering, "what happened?"
I was drawn to the title and appreciate the concept and direction. I can relate that insomnia goes hand in hand with deep thought. Although, I feel as if it is unfinished... I wanted more, possibly incorporating the title, it sounds like a good hook... I guess the only critique I can give is finish! Love it!