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So much time, so few words.
I do not know if the old stuff will ever make it back here, but please enjoy what is new!
Sleep I.
Bindings ease the ache
Of long and hostile years.
Peace I.
And Martha will move on
Long before I spend one-tenth my rest--
Long before the last.
Rest I this night
Glad only to be free from toils,
Which for no consideration
Would I take up again.
Yet in these dreams I seem to hear
You call me out
Against my wish.
Then stumble I--
I do obey into the light.