HOUR EIGHT: PANTOUM LULLABY

Lullay, lullay lovely,
Let the soft light turn deep red, lullay
and behind lids closed for sleep,
loose the tendrils of the day

Let the soft light turn deep red
And go deeper still
Loose the tendrils of the day
feel it fall away

Go deeper still
Down to where the anchor weighed
And feel yourself fall away
No longer tethered, you need not stay

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