off to bed

color blasts of swirling stars
        deeper into the depths of unconsciousness
                    to a inky blackness of nothingness broken by
                           a voice from long ago, a scene reenacted over and
                                       over from a time when a small child would hide in
                                               closets from strange sounding women with high button shoes


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