Sleep, Like Dying

The pulse
Like a river that flows constantly
The breath
Like the wind that blows eternally
Like you and your lover parting
Bittersweet departure
The return intoxicating

The hum
Sounds from a million directions
The grass
The canvas on which flowers are painted
Like dying for a few hours
Paralyzing fear
The dream captivating



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