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Marc Darnell

Narcolepsy


I wake to sleep, yes back to sleep I go.

Consciousness is taxing, I fall down

into a dream where heart and breath are slow.


Why the sun sucks life, I do not know--

light subtracts sweet darkness in my bones.

I wake to sleep, yes back to sleep I go


into my very veins-- the blood that flows

I ride its tides that soothe me till I drown

into a dream where heart and breath are slow


enough till I can love no more, and though

it's lonely, there's no pain that leaves me stone

till I can't sleep. Back to sleep I go


when daily hammers hit and leave their blows

that numb with permanence, and then I drone

into a dream where heart and breath are slow.


Some day my sleep will slip to death, I know,

but will they tell the difference when I'm found?

I wake to sleep, yes back to sleep I go

into a dream where heart and breath are slow.