Sweet, sweet oblivion
Washing over me,
A torrid desert storm,
A flash flood sweeping over sand;
Or a gentle lapping of the waves
Who lay their subtle kisses
On the land.
The winding down...
The nodding off...
The head-bob short of sleeping...
The quiet calm of a departing sun.
Slowly, surely,
Calm remembrance
Brings a soothing softness,
As we drift off into oblivion.
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