“Insomnia,” by Alicia Audi Sheep long a-snore, numbersacross hour hand crawls. Ah, to dream,recall, perhaps as far back as slumbersin the days of my infancy, it seems. When days were long, labor earnest,sleep was but by-product not goal,a seamless shift of wake-sleep. Returnestme please to exhaustion. Refresh this soul! Oh, dark-shadowed eyes’ sorrowof midnight’s stare,…