I urged Sleep

"Let's fly a kite",

I urged Sleep

as she took off,

unwavering at

the helm, string

slipping

through hand's

surface shivering

to exclude

yet again,

elude

mind's terrain

for the serene

serpent heights

it cannot attain.

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