Song
--William Carlos Williams
If I
could count the silence
I could sleep, sleep.
But it
is one, one. No head even
to gnaw. Spinning.
If I
could halt the glazed
spinning, surface of glass,
my mind
could shove in its fingers
and break apart
the smooth
singleness of the night--
until sleep dropped as rain
upon me.
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