i am sleepy visions--
ones that sit
in a sort of silence,
whilst my posture
presents itself peaceful:
i have tucked thinning woes
behind my ears
and adorn life's disasters
[like dust]
around my pretty palate,
that slathers secrets
to unknown weights
of withered release...
and my prayers
clasp inhales
before they escape.
[my sighs soar
from heights to deepest low
and i trace scars
in the wink of a cry,
to nurture echoes that wept
many eons ago]
i kneel within realisations--
that comatosed circumstance
stands naught of a nuance
where feet find
only freedom to traverse
and so i slumber sated,
thankful to fate...
for simple survival.
Gold trophy winner
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as you do too 
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