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We do not drift into dreams
but tumble headlong
into darkness
spending our days
in safe avoidance
while nightfall
sees us tumble
over every edge
sleep becomes a pit
of restlessness
and our ears listen at alert
for familiar sounds
that no longer wander
through our silence
we sink away from the world
a terrifying flight
with no soft landing
waiting our weariness – Caroline A. Slee