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Insomnia
from my book called \"Waves\"
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I am the poet of the rotten pillows.
On eyelashes,
when the sweet slumber goes down,
The common waking rises
And the cavern chambers are dancing.
I am the poet of the rotten pillows.
My droughty dimension
Struggles in the sleepless universe
And the dreamland fades
By the insomnia\'s millenary voice.
I am the poet of the rotten pillows.
The leaves rest on the ground
Better than a crazy loner,
Who listens, in the wind, whispers that say
An olden night rune.
I am the poet of the rotten pillows.
Nigh of personal illusions,
I get bemused by the sour slumber
Which splits the waking, like a cyst,
Flowing away within gutters.
I am the poet of the rotten pillows...
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- Ionut Popa
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