Sleep

I know

not what you’ve 

done,

only, what

you’re about 

to do. 

I mustn’t 

speak of it,

only, as it comes,

I cannot stop it

from falling. 

I know nothing

of tomorrow,

nothing of today,

all I possess 

are these words

and, even they

will not

rest. 

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