Rest

Always and everywhere there is rest. East of that ancient sea, where new settlements cover old, are evicted, return, even there each night there is sleep. In that hungry land, where bloated empty stomachs swell for nothing, even there each night there is sleep. In that cruel city, where violence bleeds from sewers, and thieves breed power, even there each night there is sleep. Come, then, love: rest your head, my shoulder your cushion, arms will blanket you, warm you will drowse: come, love, sleep.

 

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