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Well-o-Weary

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  • Nov 26, 2017
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Updated: Jun 10, 2020


Fatigue works like the slow and seeping Consciousness that one has strayed By following the glow of creeping Ghost lamps in a star-struck glade.


The sleeper’s likeness unto death Is also oft remarked upon When naught but low and steady breath Attests the sleeper’s life flows on.


Then – oddest of all three sensations – Re-entering ‘the world’ at last; Absorbed in wondrous captivations – Remembering the world is vast.

(Dawe, 2017)


This work was initially published on Bedfest, a closed Facebook group for people with Myalgic encephalomyelitis (ME)

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