In My Dreamless Sleep

I cannot understand the flow of understanding. It seems to be always out of grasp, and every time I run my fingers in its dark crevices I seem to remember the forgetfulness of dreams. I don't know why I don't know. It takes me time to find that peace I lost while running through tomorrow. Over the hills of delirium and anxiety, I pass the river. It is here that I lost it. It is here that I watched it float like that peace on the river. It is not ever coming back. I can only wonder in my dreamless sleep.

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