I have nothing to say.

Okay, there're plenty of things I could talk about--that's not the problem. The problem is that I am currently too sleep-deprived to say anything important or even vaguely interesting that would mean anything to anyone else.

So, the only real purpose of this post is sharing this poem from the Darwinian poetry site, because it's the first longish poem I've seen on the site which I could almost imagine a human writing. It'd have to be a human unconcerned with making anything resembling sense and most probably a human on some very interesting drugs, but this word jumble still has enough strange charm (no quark references intended) that I was startled to see it.

Mmm, maybe I have a low startle threshold, and quite possibly lower-than-usual grammatical standards given the aforementioned sleep deprivation. Anyway:

sonnets sifting millstones
one wept one wept
nodding millstones
shield to the further loved
roses insolently trusty

guiding sifting millstones
shield to overlooked simplistic precepts
the glimpsing

one wept jumbled it and closed
mysticisms mighty worlds

closed we loved
to be words in blood

Now I'm off to sleep, perchance to dream of weeping sonnets (or possibly weeping millstones).