from wakefulness
to
sleep
from life
to death
the journey
continues..
eye opens
to find me
some place..
cant place
a thing..
can feel
something..
it is
very hot
and very cold
at the
very same time
wondering
eye tries
slowly..
to focus..
eye wonders
at the darkness..
then ears
hear
a gentle hiss
sixth meaning
ears hear..
the whisper..
the thing
you call
as your world..
is
the eternal child’s
toy..
if only
you are
dust
you can
keep..
if you
lose it
you will
come back
to sleep
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