Who'Ll Tend My Sleep (Mirror-Rhyme)

Sleep washes ere and yore in sands as Lands of Kip unfold before and tear the seams of old demands. I trust my soul to me once more. Who can I charge to nurse the sores when living fades to weary sighs if I reject my dream-tide chores, who'll see my soul uncompromised? What captioned strands will dreams supply? What threads will tie or tear away? Who'll sort the spools as truth or lie as sleep sews dreams to other days? As thoughts unwind; some fool, some wise my absence bids nightmares to shore. Bewildered threads in knots, taut tied; my mind unrested, tangled, worn. ~...~ My mind unrested, tangled, worn, bewildered threads in knots, taut tied. My absence bids nightmares to shore as thoughts unwind; some fool, some wise As sleep sews dreams to other days, who'll sort the spools as truth or lie? What threads will tie or tear away? What captioned strands will dreams supply? Who'll see my soul uncompromised if I reject my dream-tide chores? When living fades to weary sighs who can I charge to nurse the sores? I trust my soul to me once more and tear the seams of old demands as Lands of Kip unfold before sleep washes ere and yore in sands.