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Monday, February 28, 2005


One of my two most recent poems. The other isn't finished.
Insomnia:

Sleep.
The final cleansing of man,
A person's ultimate repentance to their God.
In life we do not sleep,
Instead we rest, only to be reawaken.
How is it that we all believe,
Trust that sleep is a semiconcious state.
True understanding is never found,
Until absolute sleep has been achieved.
But we can all be deemed Insomniacs,
As true sleep only comes in death.

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