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Though Already....

Silence......permeates.

While the darkness...... 

slowly overwhelms, me.

I slip into that black abyss.

Where my weariness is like, 

a soothing blanket.

I recall, those immortal words.

As, has been spoke, oft ..... before.

“To sleep, perchance to dream”.

Though

Not so, for all, only .......for some.

For I, know.

My own dreams, 

have long .....gone.

All the while as death.

Taunts me, with his gallows humour.

Life is my dream now, and.

It seems to be on shuffle ....

For

I know, no end.

Giajl © Jim Love