Come heaven's black night, come the light of stars, sleeping arrives as a magical rest. For in the long hours of wakefulness, as my higher self keeps control of the dreaming and creative self, a tiredness begins. Thus sleeping is releasing, it is the adult self in the hammock and the child self playing all night long. By first light of dawn I rise and repeat, self control locked and loaded.
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