You have fled the Western desert dry,
For a much older culture & clime.
The is too much water on Earth,
There is too much water off of Perth.
Sleep & dream of what could have been
Dissociate any old feeling of sin.
Go under & sleep and dream
In the waters of the night,
But, lovely, sleep in the deeply cooling waters
Of newfound life;
Sleep & dream away all strife.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
And awaken again. Because true insomniacs don't sleep for ever