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Dwelling in Drowsiness

Between waking and sleep lies a fragile borderland,

where thought loosens its grip and memory drifts free.

This poem lingers in that in-between space—

a moment of resistance, surrender, and gentle dissolution,

inviting us to rest within the subtle truth of half-awareness.

 

Dwelling in Drowsiness

 

I dwell within drowsiness,

a world where thought comes to rest,

resisting, lest I be forced awake.

 

I see, within drowsiness,

a world of past illusions,

refusing to be erased.

 

I hear, within drowsiness,

a world where sudden strong winds blow,

bracing myself so comfort will not be violated.

 

I welcome, within drowsiness,

a distant world of the future,

held gently, loosening myself within its embrace.

 

I drift, within drowsiness,

through a world washed by the river of forgetting,

myself laid bare to guilt and regret.

 

I am filled, within drowsiness,

by a world of quiet mind,

entrusting myself to a state of gentle intoxication.

 

I feel, within drowsiness,

a world overtaken by sleep,

and savor the fleeting instant before I fall asleep.

 

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