What if we do not sleep after all at the end? What if we stay aware in a conscious void? This keeps me up at night.
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The writing stopped
Because it revealed
The truth too plainly
But fate has reminded me today
I knew what i wrote
I knew and i chose to forget.
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I envy your enthusiasm
A matter of time
You say
I nod
Believing
Maybe for all others.
there lies tragedy
just beyond the hills
of stones that dot the
fields of the listless dead
*
whatever rest
that was promised
lays unslept
*
treacherous livingness
slithers hither and thither
and nibbles at the ashes
drying upon the waves
hurrying to capture
the soul that remains
trapped in the clutches
of its cursers
*
mercy be upon
all those who slumber
in the slighted hope
of idleness
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