Day is leaving.
\nOnly sleep will put me
\ntogether again.
\nDay and night.
\nThe arms and legs of time.
\nRest and renewal.
\nIn death there is no sleep.
\nDeath has no rest.
\nIt is hard as stone.
\nWe plant our innocence in sleep.<\/p>\n
Each day we rise,
\na diurnal life,
\nand turn to dawn.
\nOur rest good
\nif we accept forgetting.
\nTouch our faces
\nand say yes.
\nNothing repeats itself.
\nOnly little fates chasing us.<\/p>\n
Life is existential sorrow
\nor success.
\nEntirely up to us.
\nSleep, entrance
\nto a daily birth.
\nFor starters,
\nI pack my bag with love.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Day is leaving. Only sleep will put me together again. Day and night. The arms and legs of time. Rest and renewal. In death there…<\/p>\n