your step, your anger
usher in the night and throw it on you
and the attendants of loneliness
come in with lances
wink at each other and take you away.
They have twelve hours till morning
and twelve hours till evening.
When I sleep let there be someone nearby,
to sit by, to smoke, to say nothing,
to just be there, to breathe.
When I sleep, let someone
lay a blanket on me.
Henrik Edoyan
translated by Tatul Sonentz
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