The hands that never stop


The hands keep moving to their own speed,

Light arrives and lingers as we read

Into our own lives.

The day gives way to a starry sky,

And sleep becomes a wakeful sigh,

Where only fitful dreams survive.

Wake me up from this torpor,

Unshackle me from my stupor,

That I may thrive

Once again.

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