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Sleep
Sleep
Sleep curls in the corners of rooms and slips
Heavy onto the lids of tired eyes.
Its fingers work on the knots of necks and backs
Relaxing, stroking the limbs loose, softening
Walls into pillows, feather-stuffed with slumber.
Sleep swims in the warm air and stills
It into somnolence, each breath drowns you deeper
In velvet dark, sinking in luminous seas
Of dreams, drifting the infinite currents of time,
Cradles you gentle and rocks you back to the womb.
By Clodhopper
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