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February 2, 2002
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Deep in darkI sleep.
Can’t tell cold from warm;
Warmth of sleep.
Cuddled in crevice,
In earth, in mud.
Safe from day,
Ensconced underneath,
I sleep.
Winter is to sleep away.
So why the white Sun rising
Leaking in, creeping in?
To what vain heatless end?
A headache and a fallow vision.
Vision of a moment only;
I turn my back and face the shadow
Spread wider than the one who cast it.
Wide enough to make a bed in;
To slip between the morning’s talons.
Slip back to sleep;
Sleep, sleep,
Sleep, sleep.
Turn out the light!
Six more weeks.