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Sleeping

All is silent
As he clings 
To the last 
Fragments of waking
To wade in the streams
Of troubled sleep

Darkness hums
The lullaby
And spreads silks
Before his weary cosmos…

As we watch 
The kinsman of death
Playing host 
To twenty five years
Of sleep.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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