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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