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Sleep you waking dreamless poet,
earthbound whore of words.
Awakening to the world
of differing drifted moments piled
high against all dreams
still growing. Dreams unknowing
held against your breast so tightly
curtain thinly thinning gone
and merge with joy
and merge with self and merge until
all aspects are but one
and you are home.
Sweet waking dreamless sleep
the joy of home.
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