Sleeping

Why do you love, at edge of day,
The happening of nothing much,
The hour of no words left to say,
And darkness taken in as such?

Is it the idleness of calm,
Or much-too-active’s true reward?
Don’t know – but know you love to sleep:
For it’s one time you’re never

Bored

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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