Sleep is lost to no purpose
in games between games.
Waking is not the container of thought,
sleep not the container of dreams.
Consider the porpoise who swims two cycles,
left and right, with one ear open and awake,
the other circling sound asleep.
Stand one-legged like a tribesman
or like a Greek leaning on his spear
exactly half asleep.
Walk a thousand miles alone
night and day
and doze triangulating as the world awakes.
E. A. Costa 23 March 2014 Granada, Nicaragua