I am ready …
To lie still
On these sweet, clean sheets
Odor of sunshine
Airy fresh breezes
To listen to voices from within
As though from afar
Relating to me what is most real
From the vantage point of
My most vulnerable self
Yet unschooled in guile
To effortlessly glide
Into an inner world
Freely roaming
This realm of mind
Hearing the truths
From which I’d prefer to hide
Honest sub-conscious
Does utter reality
Incising me with its
Precision blade of exactness
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