Monday, May 2, 2011

Tribute to be paid

+ tribute to be paid*
Sun fails as if shot
Dusk glowers at us all
Deepening our need to escape
Eyes close and softer breathing set
The commuters sleep as if dead
Lose in human motivation
Become mere sacks of corporate lard
Swept from work to bed
Each other's body heat provides
Cocoon warmth in which sleep thrives
Rhythmic soundtrack of wheels
Set down by Morpheus kind
Release you are from who you be
Demands this tribute from us all
This time of sleep at ease.

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