Torso bed lain, consciousness slain, <br />Freewill shorn, inward borne <br />By the wakefulness I trust within, <br />Though all senses stand still - <br /> <br />Never wondering what is real, <br />Dream wound or dust woven- me., <br />For only to the senseless <br />Is this sense revealed.<br /><br />yoonoos peerbocus<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sleep-246/
