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We fall into the abyss
of sleepless dreams unearthed,
bare moon shines in darkness
broken only by the branch above my eyes.
Color play in thoughts
moving through sight and sound
a miracle of music heard
herald on high the cold sky waits.
Miles away in some foreign place
the eyes peer out through dimmest patterns
of day-to-day thoughts unchanged
and the rock below stands firm
like a read of history repeating
and the black and white fades,
mere snapshots and memories of those gone past
yet we continue to trek searching
for the rope to pull ourselves up
from the abyss of sleepless dreams unearthed
in melancholy states
we long for the silence
and the cutting sliver dangling on velvet darkness,
a new moon calling
and a blessed year to come.

Stream of conscious piece….going with the flow of the 3:33 mind 🙂