There are questions sleeping
In the universe: passing by
Their time of unemployment
In silence.
Insecure of their voice
The sounds go unanswered,
For no speech is made –
Only peace.
No one asks for no one
Knows if right is wrong
Or error truth in this world.
So sleep:
Sleep on queries and fill
The night with sounds
Of slumber and patience
And death.
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