I've been hushed asleep by the ever nestling
hamony of a sweet mother's voice
cascading deep among the ruins of the idle state.
the night, lying quietly among my pillow sheath
swallows me
the alarms with their black magik tricks,
will call again and i shall be purged back into
the wake air and this unfamiliar shell
knowing not which world is home

01/05/2004

Posted on 01/06/2004
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