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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
never completely certain
that i will return
from the depths to
breathe air the
next morning



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Greg Frankson

Poet, Educator, Social Commentator & Speaker • Presenting the vision that inspires others to positively change the world • raiseyourvoice[at]