Fields

lay me across that field of lights
gently, as I am weak
memories stir and begin to fade
caught away in a serenade trapped by darkness
all desire recedes,
I am left with silence, deafening
nothing,
no in between

learn to be
for the first time in a long time

lose the resistance
of inconvenient turns and twists
how they mar the soul,
follow along this stream
of new consciousness
aware
behold, the key ...

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