poetry = nonsense
nonsense = meaninglessness
meaninglessness = void
void = nothingness
nothingness = spirit

I sleep much these days to make up for all the sleep in my youth missed what luxury to sleep as much as one wills -- the reward of old age woke up late today I’m sleeping my life away many days I failed to sleep one day I shall fail to wake [25-XI-2020]
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