Craig Rondinone

“Tomorrow is Eight Hours Away”

I never crave to close my eyes

Because it means the next day

Will come before I know it,

Before I want it.

Why dream my life away

When I can live it,

When I can absorb it?

But the pillow is so soft,

The sheets are so silky,

And my frigid feet

Need the protection only a flannel blanket can provide.

Tomorrow is eight hours away.

I wish it would take its time arriving.

There is too much to do, say, learn and fix.

Yet I would rather be overwhelmed

By sleep

Than life.

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