From fading mind,
words slip,
slip, slip.
Untraceable, forgotten,
precious treasure lost
to tip of tongue,
just as vivid dreams
lose their gaudy tale
to opened eyes.
Part sentence,
story, motto, rhyme -
vague,
hanging. . .
just out of reach.
Memories
of razor reality
remain to taunt,
as concentration
abandons thought.
Fear is wrapped
in cotton wool confusion,
where life is soft,
quiet,
unchallenged by reason. . .
peace?
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