Come, sleep you old thief
of hours and opener of ways
to where the dead dwell,
the western lands, or grant
timeless oblivion until
dawn resurrection,
returning to where
I came and where
I will go, my heart
heavier than a feather,
after you have closed
the gate of sleep behind
me for the final time,
never opening it again.
31.03.2025
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