And while I lay down to sleep
hoping that this night would keep
some sanity intact
or be demented as it should be
for I am not fussy
asking for one too many dreams
but perhaps one would do
or one that I could remember
whose smell or touch I could feel
In a subdued ocean of thick curves, gently immersed.
Testing cold waters of fabric folds. Linger a while to feel the warmth and slowly drown.
Anchorless on a bay, awash with night unsummoned that approached, embracing in its hold musings and miseries and thoughts unwelcome. Now isn't or perhaps is the time to stray.
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