the eerie tangibility of reality
greets my awakening in silence and dark
a quiet glow of undetermined consequence
humbles everything with a blue tinge.

somehow the moment of blindness in blinking
restores a sense of self in the world
a sense of scale in the vast emptiness
of a world that is not a part of me.

i wish i could sleep again.

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lost sorrow finds its
echoes over-magnified
gleam naught from screaming
while the dead lie dreaming
taken by the force that binds
souls alone contrived

the calm before the void

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I was positive I was never going to write this out. I was sure it was to remain forever in my head, never to be seen on paper or by anyone else. I realized I would never be able to capture those thoughts, that feeling, that moment as perfectly as I had then. Already I have forgotten most of it.

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