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Old familiar constellation, sleep

Consolidation of all my memories

Dream, my city gone of youth

Intrude into my sullen reality

Your artful rest, sought and desperate

From the box-like insomnia

Of the delinquent night

Old grasp so gentle and sleek, sleep

Bring me to that longing rest

Where I can only hear echoes

Of the laughter of more eventful nights

Gift of my bed, come unbidden and strange

Take me fast, descend upon my tired eyes

Recite the lost lines of daring subconscious

Ties, that I didn’t formerly realize

Solve the problems of my life, sleep.

Reviews

[Steven Westbrook]

You use language so masterfully and so beautifully and im absolutly in love with this piece!

[nicolo]

Thanks

[Nao Deguchi]

*Likes* Xero's comment.

[nicolo]

What do you call this feeling? Am I mesmerized? I guess I was in trance while I am reading. This piece deserves a place in literature. I'm an Asian myself. You don't know how much you are inspiring me. I have nothing but praises for you. I guess I don't have the vocabulary to find the rightful words to fathom this creation of yours. I rarely go through this kind of experience. I left my world to enter that world of yours. Oh, I'm still in that trance. . . . Still inside your world....
Sleep? Yeah... It is when you close your eyes and make the world outside shut up.