Sleep is not my enemy
sleep is but my friend
Who takes me to sights unseen
to where the journey ends
To streets that lead to nowhere
to sights that no one’s seen
To stars and galaxies far beyond
the telescope’s prying scheme
To plots which thicken
unto death and life,
bright as crystal water,
The clarity brought
cannot be bought
except by
the currency
of a dream.
s.k. lindeman
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