Nestled in the great wide asleep
golden in the cusp
A spiral of songs drifted to me
and in their rivers I belong
Translucent the mood
nothing is veiled
With eye's clear focus
The gentle rustle of slumber's soft timbrel
fell upon the floor like padded slippers
Translucent the mood
perplexity turned to whisper and thus was subdued
There is no end to trace beginning's rupture
No path for which to aspire
like a sunken tome
time's forever lost in the chasm of the asleep
Petal to metal, concentration does not break
Wrapped, entranced
the slumber enthralls and beckons
the awaken to fall once more
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