Miscellaneous poetic jottings
Monday, December 5, 2011
SLEEP
Dreams are so much better,
so much better, she said,
than death.
But dying's just a dream
that's lost in emptiness.
There is no waking
from that dream,
and I would sleep
and dreamless dream
for all eternity.
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