The lightbulbs phase out black;
A vortex of void and dark;
I close my eyes. I see nothing.
I open them. Still see nothing.
Blind as a blood-smelt shark.
No heaven-starred night above.
No wolf-yearned orange moon.
A sense of unseen tranquility
And the scent of silence soon
Overwhelms me into serenity.
Follow the ever-forgotten Morpheus
Into deep down the hare burrow.
Wren
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