Sleep, Sleep, Sleep

Sleep sleep sleep
The Z’s should rise softly
the sound of the recorded rain
the soft waves made of 1’s and 0’s
should knock softly on the door to dreams

and hush hush the breath
it slows
the muscles seem to slightly tense
relax and with it the stress
it flows through the shell of the bed
dripping onto the floor
black and tainted from over use
it stains the carpet with worries past
making way in the body for new aspirations.


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