Six AM

Lovely how we have
to sleep
to stop
for several hours on end
all around the same time.

 

As the sky grows dim
and the sun recedes
so our eyelids fall
a little more heavily
a little tougher
to lift
setting our vision even
to night.

 

And together
likewise
all across the planet we are
pulled irrestibily
toward rest.

 

Toward O – F – F.

 

Toward dreaming . . .

 

Toward breathing . . .

     and not much else

 

We cannot help ourselves.

Lying by and living by our

 

Limits.

 

 

Copyright © 2018 A.M. Wilsonne

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