Tuesday, September 30, 2003
 

prayer for good dreams

descend to bed, dear erica
its five thirty a.m.
your mind has some secret sense
but its all frozen
your neck is doubting
your eyes forsaking
the dark is gone
now
your lovely life
can be extended
by just
a little more
sleep...

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