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Consciousness

June 25, 2016
By robin514 GOLD, Washington, District Of Columbia
robin514 GOLD, Washington, District Of Columbia
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In that dark
Tunnel towards wakeness
Shadows
Are flickering thoughts
Quicksilver
Sliding through
My fingers
Footsteps echo behind
Into the darkness
Like wishes in a well
The path is like children
Vying for attention
On each arm
One softly whispering rest
The other tugging play
My feet are conveyor belts
Unquestionably obedient
Humming ever forward
Like the hands of a clock
Clocks
A bell rings
Weightless as the fall
Of the tunnel’s walls off my back
Into the misty morning



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