In Defense of the Sleep Derived

There's just too much of the world in a dayTo simply abandon for a broken sleepThe rain is tempting and absurdHushing and freezingLike the woman all the lonely things yearn for and never haveThe darkness, the other mistress;My bed's a pit of pleasure and disguiseAltogether they seem so perfect and lovely and sureBut I stop thereI muster enchantments and now I am breathless and lip cracked, My woman goneI have taken the depths of the pit, safe in its mismatched wallsBut the darkness is nowhere, it strugglesAgainst the bright dead world in my hands  t.h.

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