End of Sleep
I have chose, to pick up my
head,
hand,
bulls,
leg,
and the particles which trooped off from my brain while sleeping,
and stand by my inspiration
For I have sheepishly
slept enough,
slipped enough,
and crawled enough
The days of my sleep,
has come to ‘Rest in Pieces’
because,
I shall never lay still,
no more,
for I have found the missing effervescent tools.
which I have been searching for in my long-term, day and ray dreams
Copyright © Femi Joey Oloidi | Year Posted 2012
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