From the Bed of an Insomniac
come morn light and the sun's bright, let there be no fright.
sweet morrow, wake me up anew, miles away from this sorrow.
another day shall unfold, please wipe my slumber cold.
even if the trickles make a fountain, nothing'd ever be certain.
plancks n plancks i chant your name
only to no avail, alas my shame.
~y.n.
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