Now.
Closer to midnight
I fret.
Sensing that soon - this search must end
There will not again be the choice
This quest - must pass to another.
Even now.
Seeing that my reckoning
Having not happened
This darkening - must once again be left to be
Happily, un-done!
So now - I
May yet give me a way
Free to speed - to let
Tired grip slip mercifully, silently
Towards even deeper...
Deepening...
Sleep.
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