Silently Aware: Poetry

These facades of imagined worlds
dissolve into the tide of calm;
These nightmares fade into the
pure light of the present

The quaking Spirit grows still,
the tired Heart breathes slow
and the Mind enters a freefall

Moments condense into 
an abstract painting,
half dancing comedy,
half myopic tragedy,
and neither all at once:

Silently Aware.

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