Never have I slept so soundly
As when I have been falling,
Hurtling to dark vermilion depths
Unknown and doom impending
Faithfully watching and silently knowing
She glided softly
To an ether pillow landing
***
Tell me I said, tell me again:
It answered me in halting speeches
And exhorted me to
Grasp at slinking dreams
Bitter as I was
Only then
Could there be hope
To find a better tomorrow
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