Sleep Comes Late
come
sleep
it’s late
where are you
my brain thinks it’s day
the world lies under its duvet
and the sky has dimmed its lights yet my eyes are owl-like
waiting for you to arrive and spread wide a hush of dreams over the sheep-laden night
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