Eyes closing closer.
Cool conditioning flowing through my hair,
Sharp against the sweat in my pits.
Eye lids lower.
Calm, constant, hypnotic tinnitus takes control
over all thoughts; clearing, washing, drowning
them all away.
Lashes feebly flicker.
And from the voided mind, vaults vividly
secrets, laid bare in the honest unharnessed thoughts.
Life revives itself, and
At last, perfectly, sleeps.
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Author:
Spencer Wilhelm (
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Comments2
A most interesting poem that is in ways hypnotic itself. It is both literal and metaphorical in the sleep it speaks of and can be taken either way. Lovely
Cleansing and clearing of the mind in preparation for another day, enjoyed the read
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