As I lay in the darkness,

Ear pressed against

My pillow,

Listening...

Listening...

the the beat

of my own heart,

Pounding

like distant

thunder,

a lullaby,

But thinking...

Thinking...

of the fragility

of a clay pot

before it enters

the kiln,

Of the distant

storm

breaking...

breaking...

As I lay in

the darkness,

The silence

Ringing in my ears,

And the shades

Of grey,

Dancing

Before

My

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