The Big Sleep is not that big
And it resides here, inside us.
And to call it sleep is
A hair’s width deep
To a place where none can guide us.
It’s a place to be visited
By all those inquisitive
Who can leave their bodies
Live lives as mere hobbies
They dabble in them,
Travel in them
And leap in the air.
They sleep without care
Cause they are aware
Awake is still sleeping somewhere.
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