S’es

Sleep wouldn’t come
Summoned from different entity
Still nowhere to be found

Something did turn up
Some words uncalled from nonentity
Singing to my hands

Sway, swing, tap, hop, and skip
Since they wanted to, they longed to
Soul of a mind, now purely awaken

Sorrow it might be, either not
So as festivity it might be, either not
S’es it beckoned.

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