Sleep Cycle

Waves of melatonin surge in blood

Drowning my body in enormous flood

Mind floats on top like Noah's arc

Eyes closed reveal a hypnotic, sedative dark.

The perfect storm for dreams to protrude

Spontaneous ideas that don't conclude

They just happen, for better or for worse

Don't know if it’s a blessing or a curse.

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Sink into obsidian ocean below,

Submerged and suspended as I let go

of old memories that pour out of me,

Leaking into a boundless and bottomless sea.

They don't seem to completely disappear,

Rather rearrange into something unfamiliar, unusual, and unclear.

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I awake awashed ashore

As the waters lower more and more,

Drained of it all, an empty yet soaked Earth

Seemingly desolate yet holds new worth

With time the barren lands grow fully nourished

New life will spring forth and will flourish

Until it's time again to be destroyed and broken

Into pieces that form new wants and desires awoken.

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