Heavy eyelids, heavy limbs,
Down,
Down,
The voice pulls me to the dreams,
Dreams of place so far from this.
Crumbling words, just beat, just pace,
Intonations calm, no race.
Rhythmic pauses hypnotize,
Slow your breath and close your eyes.
Meaning floats away from words,
Doesn't reach my heart and thoughts.
Sudden question, silence falls,
Fills my body head to toes.
Voice and silence feel the same -
Glassy eyes and empty brain.
Down, down
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