I slip and slide
Into
Oblivion
Sleep
That
Elusive bliss
Fresh
Like the morning kiss
The dreamless world
Holds me
Safe in its grip
I totter and hesitate
At the edge
Of wakefulness
Stale
The hours waiting
Meditative
Berating
Every minute
Skulks at bay
Day blends with night merge with day
Another season slips away
I bank and dive
Barely alive
On the brink of
Reality
A twenty-four-hour parody
Consciousness
Devoid of mystic trysts
Spirit
Consciously shifts
Sleep
A mirage in the full moon’s mist
By Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, 2012-06-03
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