Sleep
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When sleep is in, all is out
even body and will save what lives
in me and burns akin to the wakefulness
the blind have in sleep.I wander wondering
amidst human activities and landscape
much plagiarised from a known
but now veiled site, unaware
whence I came and why and why have I to go
and where and once there what should
I do.Mind cannot mark this entity
as a measure of my holding or a map
for further visit.It has no name.No
king was born here nor any president
died here.So it is called dream.I loiter
as a country's lost property
with no office to claim me back.Asleep,
it amounted to a real insight, when left
by clock time no clue found
of who I am save leftover dream and sleep
receding with no footprint left.
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