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Poetry By: moonphish


Submitted:Oct 27, 2012    Reads: 16    Comments: 5    Likes: 5   

i'm poised upon the edge of sleep

tween mystic lands and earth
to drift toward little nods of death
then scramble to rebirth
my mind relaxed and gearing down
preparing for the game
of unrehearsed reality
for which there is no name
my heart begins a lazy dance
its pace, adagio
my lungs, in tandem, start to pulse
in rhythms, deep and slow
my eyes are softly closing now
but under lids, they'll race
and soon run rampant, rapidly
in dreams they choose to chase
i'm poised upon the edge of sleep
prepared for downward slide
but soon i'll be returning
like the ocean's rising tide


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