Sleep is a silver boat. It sailed away from me again…

treacherous currents

and rapids of the dark

I lose the rhythm of my breaths

and predictably crash

perennial castaway

lost on the banks of the impassable night

once more

the woods are hungry

and their branches dive

straight for the bitter almonds of my tired eyes

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