when illusions of sight.. .
distractions of sound...
the resonance of a voice…
and the static of touch are gone.
we are left in such darkness.
a beating of a heart...
the sound of our own breathing.
it is here we wrestle
with the final deception...
the deception of self.
and we try to accept what we find…
and we try to accept what we find…
behind the veil.
~csr
This poem really reflects that quiet moment between sleeping and waking, a time of sometimes painful honesty and self exploration.
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