When I wake up,
I sigh and find myself in scattered pieces tumbling in the sun
descending in a sky in which round clouds are brightly spun.
In sleep, I felt the careful summer wind on my closed eyes
and through an open door.
In sleep, I sang a song I've never sung before.
And when it ended, when my tiredness was done,
I awoke, and found myself as one who has begun
shaking death from off my sheets until there is no more.
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