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Sleeper
My eyes tell me(with their painful weight)
of places within my mind:
Vast waters dying of thirst, and youthful winds
that remind this skin with its warm, empty touch
of my its human nature and its simple needs.
It creates, and I follow.
It speaks, and I listen.
It sings, and I dance.
It sighs, and I try not to care.
It kills, and I, (with a blissful look) die.
I am but a breath of my own existence.
As my eyes open again,
and time changes its name,
I lose it all into the void of memory.
-Alejandro Bonfil
