Friday, March 20, 2015

Try 3: SLEEP

Oh, there is no rest,
Not for me,
My head vibrates
To a pulse

Of blue streak,
The charming walkway.
The unerring path,
Stained white

I dream
Out of sleep,
Oblivious,
Floating by,

Submerging
In the nightless sea,
Cascading
Into you.
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