at the precipice of lingering shadows and emerging illumination, there are spaces where the dark almost blurs silently into the bright.
when it's a dimly lit night and the bed hugs you back with a tenderness so fierce, it absolves you of your daily sins, absorbs you into a mattressy depth of soft layers and springy jauntiness.
When it isn't too late but not too early either.
Sleep around the corner and dreams in the making..and a series of flashing images and thoughts as projected by an unforgiving mind. In a pupil curtain, when your eyes shut; somber shadows emerge from the murky depths of psychedelic flashes of nothing, from the backstage of a retina. Dissolving faces evolving into a rainbow of mummified memories.
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