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Caleb Morton Apr 2018
Am sleeping,
wake me with a song.
Any excluding a dirge is fine .
I will rise fully with the sun.

I'm sleeping ,
when the moon splashes
for the sea to shine
wake me with a song;
while preparing the ashes,
I shall rise in decline

Am sleeping,
let me fall.
It is only then I can
board the edging ferry that arrives after the dying moon.

— The End —