Insomnia
The day's work is done.
The many spin into one,
Then sink or rebound.
Matter gets wound round
Incipient and old thought
In airless chambers.
Infinity sheds
Your time's renewed sheaths at dawn-
Breathe in, out. You're home.
The many spin into one,
Then sink or rebound.
Matter gets wound round
Incipient and old thought
In airless chambers.
Infinity sheds
Your time's renewed sheaths at dawn-
Breathe in, out. You're home.
posted by Brindle | 8:56 AM
1 Comments:
I like this, and can relate to it, having had a bit over the past week
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