Relative reality, a median of slumber
and the thoughts that caress your drifting mind.
Darkness brimming with familiar images
nibble at the tip of your memory,
leaving a slight salivary imprint.
The more you behold, the less its visible.
I die in this moment, so time may stand still
and my last dreaming thoughts
may last my eternity.
Panatonic to catatonic, the sound falls
into the deaf abyss
onto those who havent heard a sound
their whole silver existance.
Tears accompany the vibration through air
flowing like a warm amber liquid
from the bottle that led me here.
Drifting through this dark
bodiless and deaf, until the cycle
spins once more.
A contest entry
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