12 hours is all it takes to swim the sea and count the lakes, 12 hours is all one needs to sleep and dream and sway all green. 12 hours until the morn, 12 hours until I’m born. 12 hours is only half a day.
12 hours is all to wait until the clothes of reality, off, you shake. To be under the sheets and over the Maldives. 12 hours to live again as a prince with a thousand wives.
After old death and before new birth. A void filled with the dreams that relieved your strifes.