In the back woods of the sleepy bed
where silk sheeted solace waits unborn
downed pillows dream uncovered, bemoan
their paired duality and doubled monotone.
There is a trace of place some say was lent
in the back woods of the sleepy dream
where what was lent, unbidden, waits unborn
downed pillows dozily dream uncovered. Sewn
in paired duality and doubled rhythmic monotone,
there etches sketch images and magic merges.
Succor finds provision in this wooded place
where sustenance at rest, presses into day.
Dozy places trace themselves, some say,
to expose the wonder in the power sought
of time beyond the day, weary years, thin
woven silk spun lengths of lightness spread,
weathered wooden sleepers under stress
traced place erased, makes space
feathers falling weightless, flow
all alone, no wind needed to carry
Through velvet dreaming smoothing out
entanglements of thought once caught
snagged and lost in spite of what was sought
until weariness won relief in down drenched
dreams, restoring in and through the core
As snores ascend the ache of place and trace
a new beat multiplier harmonizes time
unifies and uncovers what has grown
loan satisfied, owners living comfort dream
duality, sleep on beside the other.
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