In the Boat That We Dwell
She's deeply asleep,
I'm awake,
As if something is at stake,
It’s the hands of the night.
The night calls me from my slumber,
There's a tranquil flow in my chamber,
I traverse the night's highway,
I'm chauffeured by the unseen.
I go through a gate,
There's not much of a wait,
I'm haloed by a light,
I see the book.
My thoughts are permuted,
My mind pierces through the gloom,
She's in the slumber room,
We're worlds apart.
October 3, 2023.
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