Sleep Is Singing In My Ears

Sleep is singing in my ears;
Hunched at my rear -
Mozart's million medleys
Are growing unclear;
My consciousness - a lighted cigar,
Steadily disappears.
My eyelids are weighted: pinstripe gaps;
They have waited for too long, then they flap:
It is the rock-sack weight
That gives sleep a bad name,
Not the pour of bedtime kisses;
Not the poor of ragged britches.
Sleep is Ruth and sleep is ruthless,
Shadowing the ant
That charmed, it might see starvation.

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Sleep is ringing in my ears -
Hushed, blank, deadening verses;
Masses of chained lullabies

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poem by Ahmed Maiwada
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