Awakes the day,
What sleeps is morn
Awakes the light
What sleeps is dawn.
The birds no longer chirp at haunt
What haunts them now
Is but an early yawn.
The three of us -
Sleep, me and the day
Have a nice chat
Every dawn I fall prey
To lady sleep
And mother Dawn
Who tuck me into the bed
Each Morn.
In the Afternoon arises
My Early chaos
And a universe is built
On thereof.
The crisis is deep,
people cannot guess
What it is to be a total mess!
The three of us -
The Bed, the noon and I
Have built this way
Of watching time fly.
And while it may
Seem an insignificant void
The way that comes
Is of a droid.
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