Jun 042015
 
 
Dog-tired at day's-end I creep 
Whipped, blind between dead sheets
And bark a prayer for sleep. 

Sunset drops its scald of fires,
And prowling hours howl me down to drag
My fellowing pillow to sleep's empire. 

Wrung eyes shut, and day is severed. 
The wagging moon wanes and begins to weep: 
It shall be night and sleep forever. 

Dreams in their millions they shall be said.
All that blossomed plain as daisies 
In daylong light shall be nightlong hid. 

Dreams high as hay-ricks they shall be heaped, 
And dreams hatch snakes from the pillow's egg 
That hissing and rising leap.

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