Glory be
To those who wove
The fabric of these sheets
Of countless thread and of exotic origin
Whose very comfort has been transferred
Unto me
.
Blessed be the Gods
Who learned to sew
Memories unto the fine plush foam
On which I lay
Swayed not by slight of movement
At end of day
.
These gifts
Of which I harbor
No less short of miracles
Deftly usher me to slumber
The depths of which:
Unequivocal
About the Creator
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