Blindfold
I feel the sea washing over my pebbles
My sand, the flesh, faltering into
A great wash of darkness pouring over me
Like the spill of a vast ink well
It is two skies clashing like
Folds; a curtain. Shaded
And saved by a generous
Hand, blinding my eyes like
A mask. An all-giving blindfold
Passing for only a moment
Delicate as fresh snow
It reveals a secret. A new
World, refreshed and vibrant
Buzzing like bees in this great
Sea-swamped hive. It is a
Very simple pleasure.
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The insomniac finally got some sleep! Not a full night, but sleep is sleep.
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