Virtue of Sleep
Tonight I dine where sleep reigns,
And devour the elixir of life’s greatest recipe.
A taste suffices, for the eyelids wilt, as flowers in their final farewell,
And breath and mind slow to the ever gentle ticking of time,
As if the sea itself were closing in on each and every part of my being.
Patience pays its due, leaving I, a feather pleasantly floating towards an unknown,
Lifted and drifted in ritual of dance.
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