Sleep. A yawning void.

Uninhabited emptiness,
Brimming with nothingness.
The separate separation
Of dream state segregation.

Yet comfort comes; As days suspend
And night descends,
Darkness of time
Congeals with darkness of mind.

Thoughts filter, simmer and boil
And then end.


2 thoughts on “Sleep.

    • I couldn’t agree more, it’s one of the few areas in life where the distinct lack of knowledge, and one’s general contentment with this lack of knowledge, gives it its main allure.

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