I want to be dreamless at night,
no thrill, regret, not a single secret.
I want to be in bed
Without delay, nor yet unhurried.
I want to lay in silence,
Because music is desire.
I want to be empty
Of today, the past, and tomorrow.
I want to feel the coldness
Of the cruel weather-maker.
I want to hear my breath
And none of your voice.
I want to see the dark
Before closing my eyes.
I want to rest
For now and not live a life.
30 May 2022
Poem 6, 2022
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