I made a poem going
to sleep last night, woke
in sunlight, it was clean forgotten.

If it was any good, gods
of the great darkness
where sleep goes and farther
death goes, you not named,
then as true offering
accept it.”

― Ursula K. Le Guin, Finding My Elegy: New and Selected Poems. Houghton Mifflin Harcourt, 2012.