Sleep

Sleep

Best of all things are the lights in the sky

but what I am seeking is sleep.

Or not sleep exactly,

because of the dreams and the damage they do,

but places to sleep, on the ground,

in the middles of cities that are strange to me:

cots that cost nothing, whatever the slant,

spots that are mine at nightfall,

favorable places the size of my body,

where grass grows out of the brickwork,

under the stars or the lights of the tunnels.

– Thomas Frick

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