Bedtime

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I drink deep the sinking light, the silence that causes me to catch my breath and wait

for life to re-enter my being in the passing moments

while clocks tick and angels watch over sleeping babes and snoring men.

all while the sun sleeps nervously awaiting morning

if you’re near, whisper

my ears quake at the booming sound of nothing

it’s been a long road

feet relax beneath fluff and cover

and I wonder if I’m really home.