A little Reign.

The pattern that runs through the mind

unleashing its torrent of aftermath

what lays in puddles of remembrance.

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Drifting among the subconscious

the strategy of drowning depths

upward, downward, left and right

and always seeming to sink.

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No reaching among the wade

only drifting further away

seeping under unopened doors

bringing in the flood.

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The torrent that rushes eyes

foaming at the sea

falling into open air

resting in gentle ripples

swells among the open mind.

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