awakened

awakened poem by steven james humphreys

where

does

sleep

and

wakefulness

dwell?

both have

no form

except that we

can tell the difference

between the two.

we sleep

we wake

we live

until

we find

ourselves

within

the

mystery

of

death

itself

where the silent

gong

of church-bells

ring and a holy

wind sings

carrying

our soul

nevermore.

 

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