It’s awfully early to go to work—
off-holiday, 2am and too wound up by
what has been and what remains
ineffable if listened to again and again.
Silent times need lullabies, even
for a call to stay awake. God knows the
formula good sleeping takes, the
aardvark and the whitefin weighing in,
their daydreams best defined by
dark, when sub-Saharan, Barrier Reef
realities barely have a following,
while Wittenberg’s most restless men
will count their sheep a different
way, with some prismatic light. Dwell
on that awhile and add your own
insight, in tune for daybreak to begin.
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