do not close your eyes

time runs to bring those at the back to the front

if i flicker i might miss the manoeuvre         horizons shift

diagonally         the snake up a dune

i am not made for this i say

no one is made for this you say

and so sleep has become my saviour

waiting for night with hesitant arms though wide wide wide

morning is a burden i cannot refuse

the sun is warming and bright and brings it all into sharp relief

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