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I had just released my hold on reality
an involuntary choice
reaching for the surreal 
when I entered a sanctuary of dispersing thoughts
while the cradle of my body
became numb and solid
as a matter I was steadily losing
awareness of, everything
was dim and soothing
with no worries or fears, no
hold upon those purposes which drown me
rather I floated secure and restful
drifting weightlessly within the moment
between wakefulness and sleep


The poem surreal was prompted by a friend of mine who suggested the topic ‘the moment between wakefulness and sleep.’  You can follow her on Twitter @justbishop