There are places
where no one should be
like night and its guardians
who step out of their dark, grey cloaks
searching for vulnerable company.
Or underwater swimming
into murky with no visibility
to a bottomless bed.
Once you asked me
the difference between life
and dreams.
They are the same
to the strong, dangerous
to the weak.
As unfortunate as dying-
the closer we become
to losing what we know
from what we'll never
be.
I pray for sleep, thoughtless
sleep. The kind of sleep
whose eyes remember
moon and stars
without seeing.
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