In Defense of the Sleep Derived
There's just too much of the world in a day
To simply abandon for a broken sleep
The rain is tempting and absurd
Hushing and freezing
Like the woman all the lonely things yearn for and never have
The darkness, the other mistress;
My bed's a pit of pleasure and disguise
Altogether they seem so perfect and lovely and sure
But I stop there
I muster enchantments and now I am breathless and lip cracked, My woman gone
I have taken the depths of the pit, safe in its mismatched walls
But the darkness is nowhere, it struggles
Against the bright dead world in my hands
t.h.
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