flashing like fire on the peripherals...
rivers of neon colors swirl into a thousand spirals,
resting translucent, torn to pieces,
a mind swaying ever so slowly in the dark
familiar faces paint my perceptions,
as my head on the pillow just melts away,
down, down, down,
soon breath becomes stolid, and
scenes of splintered mirrors on the roadway
don't seem out of place,
I got lost, just counting sheep...
at last.
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