if i have a favorite season it is sleep.

if i have a favorite season it is sleep.

awake is like summer in too many ways:
grueling, lasting longer than needbe,
baking me, making me sweat over nothing;

and dozing is like spring: it's on again
then off; it's rain and then it's sun; it's wonderful
to walk outside then unbearable.

if i had to place it sleep is like winter:

i have to stay where i am because my feet cannot traverse
through the streets when they are;

but i want to keep myself from the freezing
so i wrap myself up tightly in a blanket
and hold myself so that i can avoid

the process of waking (which to me is autumn).

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