I envy the way he falls asleep
A half a minute and he's gone
As if sleep had waited too long
To accompany him till dawn
I envy that he sleeps at exact times
Perhaps a little early but never late
And every day of the week, he does
Sometimes supper can even wait
I envy that he does not brood at all
About the day's trivialities at sunset
All he cares about is his sweet slumber
Unlike I, by midnight, rest isn't earned yet
I toss and turn for hours every night,
I pour libation, offer blood sacrifice
To the unyielding sadistic sleep
Only glimpsed at a minute to sunrise
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