Grant Me Sleep

Poetry

Grant me still sleep and see me unfasten. Unhooked, serene, calm. My bones will slacken.

Grant me placidity in soft sheets of dreamless ease: Slumber without the blare of the twisted day’s reach.

Grant me a soliloquy, tender, soothing nightmares to crumbs.

At last, I will be a vast space between the bed and window where no-thing loiters.

There’s a faint hum beneath the floorboards. Don’t let me hear it murmur and hiss about today. And tomorrow I will drift in and out of my room with the breeze as silver particles that glimmer like old dust on the door-frame, until the stars call me home.

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