Mini-Deaths - Poem by Christopher Withers
willingly, each night we fade,
drifting out from structured thought
into yawning oblivious depth:
willingly, our greatest fears embraced
(in such mini-deaths) and
that very fear withheld
due to such familiar occasion.
as we fall from knowings reach,
dream smeared thoughts soften
realities keen edge,
in this warm, comfortable place
we drift contently in
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