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Saturday, May 3, 2008
11:42 AM
Sleep
In the night before I was,
here
Lost in the trance of chance
mesmerised
I believed it was all so easy to
control
The night grew old into the
late
Lids of eyes felt like the lids of
drains
Closing was the imminent signal
thus
Into the depths of cloth so to be
warm
Came into the blackness so full of
still
To the land of wonders to enter hence
forth
Through and through the night to
come
Filled with the thoughts that in fullness
wanton
Awake and then to feel it thus to realise and
know
Essentially, I realised a lot in my sleep. And after it.
