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Exhaustion glides over my body;
it creeps behind my tired eyes -
too dry to prevent contacts from clouding over,
so old familiarity bridges my nose.
The comforting voice that stirs something within,
involuntarily making the corners of my mouth smooth outward and up,
has been cut off yet again...robotic and mechanical for a few moments,
then silence, as he drives through patches of electronic signals.
Warmth from the water's touch still lingers on my skin;
it has a dreamlike quality - pulling me...
Like a little child eager to share some new treasure,
urging me to rest: leave the world behind
and welcome the surfacing of the recesses of my mind.
And tonight, it seems,
this is a winning combination;
while I hope for peace,
knowing turbulence will succeed.
it creeps behind my tired eyes -
too dry to prevent contacts from clouding over,
so old familiarity bridges my nose.
The comforting voice that stirs something within,
involuntarily making the corners of my mouth smooth outward and up,
has been cut off yet again...robotic and mechanical for a few moments,
then silence, as he drives through patches of electronic signals.
Warmth from the water's touch still lingers on my skin;
it has a dreamlike quality - pulling me...
Like a little child eager to share some new treasure,
urging me to rest: leave the world behind
and welcome the surfacing of the recesses of my mind.
And tonight, it seems,
this is a winning combination;
while I hope for peace,
knowing turbulence will succeed.