“A terrible attention is given by night.” Lyn Hejinian’s Thousand Eyes were terrible to me one time, sleepless in Seattle-upon-Amazon (late 2017).
“Excess, hum, buckets of dream-blue lassitude that only an angel would see as action.” If action is whatever exceeds mere being, then insomnia — the barest form of being — is the hum of being that only an angel could perceive as something happening rather than nothing doing.