night sits gently on
my shoulders
the magnetic pull of sleep
nibbles on my eyes
soft glow of a smiling
moon, illuminating
page twenty-three,
eyelids and pencils fall
quietly to the floor
dreams pushed aside
it can wait, it can all wait
a soundless vacuum -
don't say a word
i quietly surrender
the anchor lifts
my mind begins to drift, free
over open seas & rushing waves,
i drown, slowly but surely
the line with nibbles is making my eyes itch...gahhhh is dyingg....gahhh....
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