Under Sleep

What is this face, less clear and clearer

The pulse in the arm, less strong and stronger –

Given or lent? more distant than stars and nearer than the eye

~

Whispers and small laughter between leaves and hurrying feet

Under sleep, where all the waters meet

~

T S Eliot                      

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