My own hour.

The activity I do
without prior thought
everyday
is the bed I turn to
every night
to meet sleep,
severing myself
from every other glorious
but temporary ties-
possessions
titles
neighbors
relatives
and sun-lit world.



Poetry by yoonoos peerbocus The PoetBay support member heart!
Written on 2026-08-11 at 04:05

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