In the halfway home
between consciousness
and lack of it
I find
a longing
for you.
At all other times
life is good.
Are you a station
on that route?
Or are you
the final saviour
before the abyss?
between consciousness
and lack of it
I find
a longing
for you.
At all other times
life is good.
Are you a station
on that route?
Or are you
the final saviour
before the abyss?
2 comments:
This is what came to my head when I read your post:
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Halfway between the fact
and the fiction
that I conjure
I find myself
waking up
to the music
of your anklets
At all other times
I am mostly deaf
Are you just a song
stuck in my head
Or a vedic chant
to unlock the
door to salvation?
HT: Normally, you take a post and make it better. But this is uncanny.. I don't think there could be a more perfect answer to that post.. amazing!
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