So elusive, Sleep has become.
Like a wave pulling from the shore,
Retreating it takes with it grains of sand,
My Sanity,
And spreads them far to
The world of Sleep, leagues beneath the sea.
Collecting the debt of all too many steps
Taken on the shore.
The break and fall may take me there,
To sweet Sleep,
And take me all too well.
So I wait,
Suspended in a Cynical world without inspiration or excitement,
For my Sleep.
Perhaps I am waiting for what I have already achieved?
That dull routine: Life
Is a close companion of ordinary Sleep.
But I am awaiting something submerged.
I await Ocean Sleep.















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