writing in sleep
is a good sign
of an empty wake
hate that when
somehow
sleep driven
writing eloquent
precise thought
all verse perfect
divine instant
ballet symphonies
spring birth bright
dance before curtain
falls over mind sleep
erasing conception
grasping a few thoughts
so important getting
nothing down recorded
for patient prosperity
put on paper artful
reeks of rigour austerity
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