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Sleep - 05-21-02

Day lit hours sift through the grains
Of seabeds and sandbars around which are built
A single glowing monument
To crumble and to cry

Pretty moonbeams why do you tease me so
Or is that really me
Who drowns me in the waters
Unseen in your crescent eyes

Tornado sweeps me from my feet
While my head stays on the ground
Recognition of this dream
That traps me in this bed and gown

Serpentine and lingering
The image long since gone away
A feeling lost to time
And clasped remembering

Pain residing deeper still
Where echoes will remain
Gentlest reverberations
In the darkest relms of sleep