Switching energy, lying back in sleepy ideas of tomorrow.
Dreaming of emotions that used to hurt me and now are
crisscrossing against my mind.
Issuing barriers of silence to be taken in consideration
for the ending of life's suffering.
Leaving all particles by the wayside, not picking them up
again.
Stilling all the expressions of tomorrow in a poem of
escaped logic
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