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written august 2012, recorded october 2012
I had a thought or two, once again I’d misconstrue,
It turns out it’s all true though I fought! I fought!
This feeling, new to me; I’ll attest to its ecstasy,
Arouse me from this dream, but did I sleep? Did I sleep?
Untroubled, watered down, uncanny pleasant sound,
Stand straight, so softly drown. Abound! Abound!
I stayed awake too long, a shot rang out at home,
Somnolent without a thought, though I fought! I fought!
Sleep well tonight! Sisyphus fell tonight!
Sleep well tonight! And would I ever tell you?
And should I never tell you? And should I ever tell you? And could I ever let you know?
I heard you lock the door, fall asleep at half past four,
Was it new or new before, things I’d say? Things I’d say.
Cymbaline with footsteps loud, in candle-lighted shroud,
Drift away and sleeping soundly again and again.
Wait so patiently. Speak so brazenly. Wait so painfully. Speak so shamefully.