Sleep That Knits

The eyes slowly close
shutting out light and depth
killing senses to the point
of numbness.
Drowsy would be alert
compared to what is now
behind my eyes, heavy
upon my lids. Drowsy
would be good for
another hour or better.
The mind clouds and blinks
to stay awake, but too many
hours have passed and here
is need for major repairs
and too long sought, but not
recently found, dreamspheres.
Adieu, friends. Be well
and when your time comes
to assume coma for eight
or so, I wish you pleasantness
in the darkness of your
deep state beneath reality’s
ocean of existence gone

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