The moment in time
The  split second before you fall asleep

The split second after
When the world stops making sense
When you are ejected
Cutting through the current; breaking
into nothing.

into Darkness.

Cold and bleak
a damp cellar in a burning World

reality is blurred
and new becomes clear

Unseen reality emerges
And everything fits in;
home.

Then it’s rejected
Flying away with a gust of wind;
into nothing.

Andrew W.
2-3-19