When the time comes
you have nowhere
left to go,
go back to sleep
and forget about things
for sleep is like death
and won’t come
when it’s called –

it’s better to sleep
without the weight
of dreams and wake
with no memory
of who you are or
wanted to be,
then you can be
anyone you wanted
to be, or no one at all.

Image from a poster at McMenamins Edgefield outside Portland, OR announcing Arcade Fire and Wolf Parade concert, artist unknown.

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