
tiredness is present, like a gift from the heavens,
head in the clouds, I dream of the absence
found
in-between the margins of peace, tranquility, and
the pain bound
together
like dreams come to me, instead of sleep,
filling the space with images profound…
listening to my heart first, becomes
the knowledge bestowed, controlled, not,
instead,
the loud drum,
and thrum,
vibrations
come
towards the vistas trees, in need of sanity, destabilizing
the wishes seen, and, providing us all with a
love gleaned…
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