— Inspired by the poem "I Am Going To Sleep" by Alfonsina Storni
O fragrant night, how you seduce our every breath,
culling our bones from beneath your succulent soil,
causing us to long for what is inevitable, unendurable...
We fold and unfold each blanket
as though our magnum opus is laden with origami thoughts,
our final sculpture bereft of both rawness and innocence;
we belong to the forgotten past —
still, an unknown future beckons us with unsung music.
Moist and unbidden, we try to rise within sharp edges of light,
foraging through darkness as we stretch towards infinite dreams.
Slumber is sweet and solace may yet be found
as we search between each gathering of unformed stars...
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