adrift
Sleep floats towards me on a little barge of words. I read them as I watch it drift closer. Soon I shall put away these pages and embark upon my barge, waiting. Travel to a dreamland upon the riverways of my mind-
sometimes a broad gush with land on neither side
sometimes
a
mere
trickle
tickling
the
pebbles
beneath
But always, always traveling steadily into the depths of my mind. Sometimes,
I emerge through the nets of light to bank onto a lush meadow;
sometimes caught by those very nets, hauled
into the recesses of some cavern.
But always, always steadily towards the depths of my mind, upon my barge of words.
sometimes a broad gush with land on neither side
sometimes
a
mere
trickle
tickling
the
pebbles
beneath
But always, always traveling steadily into the depths of my mind. Sometimes,
I emerge through the nets of light to bank onto a lush meadow;
sometimes caught by those very nets, hauled
into the recesses of some cavern.
But always, always steadily towards the depths of my mind, upon my barge of words.
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other-worldly @ 'I emerge through the nets of light to bank onto a lush meadow;
sometimes caught by those very nets, hauled
into the recesses of some cavern.'
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