the
keeper of sleepers
mind people in thrall,
beyond counting sheep
it’s Nod protocol,
a look-after
nappers in land
where the knocks–
–are ‘turnal,
and tommy,
and
unorthodox–
where peepers
aren’t jeepers,
but portals to soul
–that left to devices
can often be stole-
‘n dreamer divested
of spirit
and thought,
won’t always awake
with the self from his cot,
but docents of dozers
patrol
those a’slumber,
counting the sleep
and soul-drifting
numbers,
rejoining the rested
with spirits that roamed
with tireless
tending,
of people
and prone.
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