It was too early
three in the morning
sleeping soundly with no dreams fairly
with the night still intense and dark ranging
got a call from an unknown land
the ring going on for a minute in length
a long one breaking the stillness in a disband
reluctantly got up from the bed without strength
answered the call still sleepy and eyes closed
could not identify the caller with a force
who spoke of publishing in detail notes
knowing not what she was telling in course
politely told her it is too early for me
both to listen and respond exactly
with that my sleep bade farewell
leaving me lie down looking at the ceiling dreadfully.
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