Before sleep comes.
I see the sea, the clouds.
The babies come,
from the edge and beyond.
From both sides
of the rift where
light is dark.
To leave before I came
I left before I must.
Darling call for all the rest.
The first and last.
They call your name.
And they come while
your away deep in sleep.
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