Waking

Sleep comes easily on two feet,

no greetings or formalities,

like a nightwalker in the street;

To many shuteyes counting sheep

...in familiar realities...

Sleep comes easily on two feet.

Tail in hand, Sleep hounds, with entreat

of enlightened brutalities,

on opposite sides of the street;

Understanding we've earned our meet

in shortage, and totality.

Sleep comes easily on two feet:

Slips pistol-like from twilight's sheath.

Sleep aims at our idolatries;

Light and shadow, stalking the street.

Moon rise, a copper, on the beat

---Somnambulists 'cross all cities!

sure, Sleep comes easy, on two feet

like a nightwalker in the street.