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Now I Lay Me Down To Sleep

In the beginning

I don't know how to tell you

so I learn to speak

words that aren't mine

In the middle

I begin believing

the meaning

of the words that spill from my mouth

And now

among brief rememberings

and fleeting forgettings

I am speaking words

that I barely recognize

They come from the far off land

in which I rested

all the years of the beginning

middle and end

Can you hear it?

the words are the same

but there is a joy in my heart

and on my lips

Watch us step out of

well-crafted empty shells

worthy earthly vessels

no longer fed

by tattered scraps of illusion

reborn every moment

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