seeing reflections in the air,
colors on the walls
my face is numb
pounded by waves of would-be sleep
swallowing my words
tracing imaginary outlines
floating on the rhythm of my pulse
tasting promises of REM on my tongue
involuntary shivers and limbs
holding me down
paperweights on my sentience
eyes swirling, lights burning
let my lids drop and
calming darkness soothes
blissful unconsciousness
takes hold
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