Immersion; repose’s respite
Mysterious equaliser beckons all,
Not e’en one tall achiever can run so
Fast that he, free, would not to exhaustion fall,
He’d shrivel by exchanging rest for ego.
Not a commodity on which one could gain
Monopoly, something to be received,
Persuing it makes for a frustrating game,
Striving for the elusive win; misconceived.
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The translucent escape and dream’s adventure
Can only trickle in when loosely grasped,
Fickle flirt with unconsciousness is torture,
The parched, desperate beggar’s plea to God gasped.
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When the merciful flood pours into being,
The sleeper is defenseless but secure,
The tide is from day’s tension their heart freeing,
He gives sleep to both humble and restore.