Dear world, dark world Colder and older than the start of time More lost than the downward eyes Which seek the feet of man
How your crusted epicenter stands As the foothills choose what is before To walk the path of least resistance
And so
No more will I let stand beside This burrowed unrest in my chest And so now I say without hesitance Dear world, goodnight Be at Peace I am at home in your rest
Weariness brings about a different kind of fondness for me. A fondness of sleep. Zzzzzz....