The unconsciousness of being awake
Like droplets from the sky
At the edge, not yet falling
Like the lure of the sublime
I press it down to ease the pain
Multitudes of layers, I peel them off
Who promised me an oasis of calm
Oh! sweet whisperings
That seduce the edges of my heart
Be still, for I am no longer strong
For what is awakened has no time for sleep
Stoking the desire of the conscious
Who will cremate what I've exhaled
And take me across to the red sun.
(13 December 2016)
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