Day in … day out
Just for some time
We all retire…in death
(Sleep as it is called)

Refreshing death
Comforting death
If only that final rest
Could also be like this

Oblivious of worries, we sleep
Rather we die – – – – yet temporarily.
Waiting for that eternal sleep
From whose grip
We can’t escape alive.

Or could it be
That this is yet another nap
After whose end
(As we are told)
We do wake up?
_______ 1964

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