Sleep
Night is a cruise,
carrying my body
and mind
through darkness.
When they arrive
at the morning’s harbor,
I find my hand
still holding
the ticket for the voyage—
a token bestowed
by nature.
carrying my body
and mind
through darkness.
When they arrive
at the morning’s harbor,
I find my hand
still holding
the ticket for the voyage—
a token bestowed
by nature.
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