There are brief moments when
The waking world melds with unconsciousness
Like salt becoming sanguine when poured upon torn skin
Like a memory courted by letdowns and desires
There are more moments when
The awake remain conscious
Alone in thought
Making excuses
Deconstructing truths
Just to pass the time
Until everything
Stops.
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