The Giant Sleeps

Such sucked lethargy,
I am sick of it;
I was once
a travelling-Gulliver,
but now atrophy
ropes me
to this strange landfall
of tiny agonies,
crowding me,
reducing me,
until my self shrinks
and returns home,
into our large bed,
where I shall end it
speaking to horses
in my then-Swift sleep.

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