A matrix of memories trail away.
As I continue to sleep.
Walking on tattered thoughts,
Voices drift within and echo throughout.
Prolific moments descend from the ceiling.
Swinging in the breeze, growing their fruitful wrath.
Like a ripcord, the anchors yank me under.
Forever caught in a motionless fall.
Reining in this catacomb,
Terror and Beauty collide.
Resonating experiences unimaginable.
However, you'll miss it, if you get put to sleep.
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Author:
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Nice work.
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