Prominence of Unconsciousness: spatial sleepiness

Come old ye faithful my wandering eye,

come senses please subdue all this,

coffee stay away.

I beg of your mercy,

do not tempt me, for i am weak the mere utterance of your empty calorie.

Sleep my beauties sleep,

go as i go to wander in the shadows of the night,

among the grass leaves of Erebor,

in the twilight sky of Rohan,

To the south I see Toril,

almost the dawn breaks, I see fire upon the skies breathing,

basking in Takhisis constellations. . .

Sweet sweet fragrance of lotus, let me hear your whisper 

among the reeds,

as i am in need of that  partial sleep.

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