Passing ThroughA Poem by Sleep Practice
a blend of chaos and peace
waking up in the morning and falling back asleep being able to scratch an itch but not being able to stretch the arrival after a long flight warm water on the back of your neck while the cold air makes you shiver your feet coming to rest on a soft dry towel feeling the sun and watching the moon growing and sitting alone in your room half asleep watching the day and opening a window and stepping through coming to rest on soft wet grass
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Added on October 13, 2017 Last Updated on March 5, 2022 Author
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