Faces in the Night some nights endlessly empty some nights fatalistic forlorn some nights full capable fantasy some alone abandoned shopworn dreams they come unbidden unchained escaped uncloaked mirroring my anxieties wreathed evanescent drugged smoke langorous bemused befuddled abed within dawn s embrace dreaming fractal fragments where to align my face i turn to behold your curvatures enwrapped beneath the sheet i reach to absorb your familiar warmth feel the pulsing of your beat the warmth of Aurora s gentle rays collides with Night s cold frost i search for sense and meaning am i found or am i lost like the cycling of the waves and tides i fall and rise and fall my hopes my fears my uncertainties ebb and surge through all adrift like jetsam flotsam at the boundary of aware my barriers my guardposts discarded like used underwear neither counscious nor unconscious aware but not aware drifting in this nether land caring without care at last there comes a tipping point of sensing what i sense the mantle of personality resumes my life s pretense consciousness now assumes command creeping in on silverfish feet how shall i prepare my face to meet the faces i shall meet
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