I am admired due to lack of sleep, this innocent sleep,
That swims along the boardroom, in an innocent sleep.
I fix the chairman with eyes so bedazzled by him,
I am assured of the one boom in an innocent sleep.
One sees a dome in front of the one who lies asleep,
Its flame is injured, in ruins due to doom and its sleep.
My act is sacred due to the folly of the dome above,
See then this praise from the depressed costume and the sleep.
May an alliance of the dead call a favour to be slept,
In my sleep feel an irony in the bloom, O the sleep!
My actions are according to the waste of the books,
My names are like attributes I assume, in the very sleep.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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