Like a child was I
watching afternoon drapes take wind.
Naps couldn't sleep me
in fact, I preferred to play with myself.

I knew it then life was special
so was I - the child knows.
Not once considering that afternoon might have an end
or that feeling infrequently again.
What is it as I age that lets time fatal in?

The rules unlearned as perchance I sleep and
children nap afternoons forever.
I grow younger still and ever younger
when I rest the eyes for dream.

Sleep this reality.

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