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In a Silent Way
The languid petals of addiction fall in a silent way; they do not scream or keen, but wrap insidious mind-vines around all that you are, soft as a smother of snow. And no one speaks of it, tongue-muffled. Yet here I am stumbling soundlessly round the house again at 3 a.m. searching for cerulean soothe, however many milligrams to silence the night: its loud black shout. Somnolent vocals of valium; a lethargic lexicon swaying the cacophony of strident day and quietly mining crystals of calm. A deep dive into hushed obsidian skies... Moon-pearls rippling in a bedside water glass; reflections pale and beautiful, lithe as a bare-breasted woman slipping into night's negligee, innermost indigo folds...the night-hued sea, undulations of waves...sleep waves washing over me, under me, around me, wrapping me in the languid language of night: its dark and delicate whisper. Sinking further into the deep; sleep-sliding into a wordless world, welcoming soft murmurings of the moon's flower, dropping valium's voiceless sleep-petals hour by hour.
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