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*this* John W. Hays' take on things and experiences

Sleep

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early morning light
rattles gently against the window
asking to get inside
despite not needing permission
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darkness glides blithely away
until later that very same day
entirely unconcerned
there’s no alternative decision
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each fulfill their role on demand
for infinite weeks without end
and sleep just ignores the both of them
rolling right over because it can

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Written by johnwhays

February 26, 2015 at 7:00 am

Posted in Creative Writing

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