Consciousness, a flickering tide
neither waking nor asleep,
flowing in the hush between
what was, what is,
and what might be.
Supine thoughts raise their head
behind a fluttering veil
I drift where silence splits the sky
Silence Splits the Sky
Consciousness, a flickering tide
neither waking nor asleep,
flowing in the hush between
what was, what is,
and what might be.
Supine thoughts raise their head
behind a fluttering veil
I drift where silence splits the sky
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Beautiful poetry.
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Thank you so much!
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