The Stages Of Waking Up In The Morning, Or A…

My father is soft-eyed Hypnos, who passes through the gates of night and drifts slowly over the darkling earth in the train of his gloomy mother Nyx, bearing an inverted torch dripping sweet beads of poppy and smelling thick of lamplight…charmer of conquerors, who draws full breaths deep into men’s chests and leaves them drowsing on riverbanks and soft couches. Who has stolen me rudely from my father’s kingdom – snatched me from my silent ebon couch – plucked me from the

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