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Shooting Zzzzzzzzz
All our senses vanish
when descending into sleep
and we follow oh so blindly
without a bloody peep.
Zzzzzzzzzzz
In sleep we are no more.
Zzzzzzzzzzz
We can't and we don't exist without senses
without our sense of self
we're nothing but
a plaything of the gods
or a carcass for the night vultures.
Zzzzzzzzzzz
when descending into sleep
and we follow oh so blindly
without a bloody peep.
Zzzzzzzzzzz
In sleep we are no more.
Zzzzzzzzzzz
We can't and we don't exist without senses
without our sense of self
we're nothing but
a plaything of the gods
or a carcass for the night vultures.
Zzzzzzzzzzz
Published 18th Jan 2025
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18th Jan 2025 9:20pm
Dig it. Sleep is untamed wild west of our unconscious.
Well done
hugs,
buddhakitty.
Well done
hugs,
buddhakitty.
18th Jan 2025 10:20pm
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31st Jan 2025 3:34am
you make it sound like dreams are a small death. not the rebirth to a new day they can be.
31st Jan 2025 4:53am
I take your point but my poem was more about where we go when we're asleep .
Thanks for reading and commenting.👍
Thanks for reading and commenting.👍
