Cycles of Depths
A Poem
at night
when i close my eyes
surrender to sleep
all conscious control
i lose hold
of myself
fall faintly into
reverie
never completely certain
that i will return
from the depths to
breathe air the
next morning
at night
when i close my eyes
surrender to sleep
all conscious control
i lose hold
of myself
fall faintly into
reverie
never completely certain
that i will return
from the depths to
breathe air the
next morning
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