we sleep. we all sleep
we sleep one third of our lives
two days of every six
four months of every year
asleep
one third of you is in those dark dreamy mists
one third of you does no harm
one third of you is never busy
one third of you does not lie
one third of you does not make sense
one third of you talks to no one
except you
your waking self knows less than all
your waking self is busy
your waking self fucks up
your waking self tells lies
sometimes
don't tell me you know yourself
don't tell me it's possible
don't tell me you dream out loud
don't tell me i know me
you only know you two-thirds
the rest is asleep
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