Into the Doze

A defenseless luster lies upon
this endless-seeming surface.
All-in-all and out-of-place
but for a moment. Then, suddenly, gone.

Studious, you divide
your breathing into careful portions
as impeccable visual distortions
take your tired gaze for a ride.

The abstract fingers of the hour
(their touch so soft you go insane)
peel away the layers of your brain

like the petals of a brittle flower
and Thought steadily disintegrates
as Perception’s surly storm abates.

-r. miller

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