Poem #13

I love that sweet oblivion,
That dark pool that I can sink into every night,
Leaving behind what I can of this world,
And diving deep into whatever parts of my own mind is available.
Even though nightmares is a possibility,
It’s worth it for the chance to fly above the clouds under my own power.
As I retreat into mind,
my body recieves the siesta it deserves,
And I get to surf my own, private brainwaves for as long as I wish.

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