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Death rehersalAs the big sky eye Weary and heavy with sleep Slips into its sleeping bag I stop business and sigh deep Not with deep rest but surrender Softly giving in to the enemy's arm Once the eye is safe Securely concealed in its lids Strong rays start falling all over A beam of lightlessness falls everywhere Cutting my vision from all scenes I start counting; first blow And as if weakening my vision Stopping me from seeing a stride Is not enough disarming The enemy strikes me with neurosis Making me hopeless of reverse neurotic In total surrender I gather my own wreckage Bury myself under the blanket Performing my death rehearsals. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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