sleep
sleep finds me, takes
me by my
hand
and lays me down,
down.
the lights off.
the din
of the world
slowed
to a gentle spin.
nothing moves
out the window,
but flickering
pricks
of white stars
through a black cloth.
a half moon, but
not a sound.
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