• Eyes piercing nights grasp
    Strained but not releasing
    Sight on the even darker past
    Tight lock, no sign of ceasing
    Ideas sailing here and there
    In the conscious open sea
    Forever with space to spare
    Though holding every memory
    Unconscious waters to tread
    Not wanting to take a dip
    In later words to be said
    Curiosity abandoning ship
    Cold knives, saving blades
    Slicing, shaking through it all
    Unprepared to handle sights made
    Nothing to hold, continue to fall
    Silencing last shakes
    Short drop, falling deep
    Into the sea where nothing aches
    Slowly lowered into sleep