In a snuggery of comfort, I recline,
A realm 'twixt wakefulness and dreams entwine.
Hypnagogic whispers softly play,
Guiding my spirit in the twilight's sway.
Between the realms, a tranquil repose,
I find a haven where insight bestows.
Voices ethereal, a celestial choir,
Granting wisdom, foreknowledge entire.
Anon, I drift, embraced by the surreal,
In this cosmic dance, truths unveil.
The physical and spiritual dance in trance,
Harmony found in this sacred expanse.
Sunday, December 31, 2023
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