yoonoos peerbocus - sleep

Torso bed lain, consciousness slain,
Freewill shorn, inward borne
By the wakefulness I trust within,
Though all senses stand still -

Never wondering what is real,
Dream wound or dust woven- me.,
For only to the senseless
Is this sense revealed.

yoonoos peerbocus

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sleep-246/