And So Sleep ComesAnd so sleep comes,
So tightly wrapped and wound
Like the gears of some ancient dream;
Inky blackness interspersed with neuron pulses
As though the stars were behind your very eyes;
A thousand whispers tempt you awake, to stay,
Bathed in neon heaven like an ancient horror -
The machine now silenced and seeping warmth to soothe the tremors.