More Midnight Poetry

Real time composition…

When the dreaded day comes

and I am the one compelled to stroll

through the Valley of Darkness,


I do not plan on rebelling–

I want to embrace the infinite sea

of small, subconscious white caps

rolling peacefully along.


Just strong enough to carry ideas along,

these swells are equally as unique as dental records–


slideshows streaming repeats of similar images.


The reel constantly updates to reflect micro seconds passed.

What will you remember on your journey?


What will guide you through the Valley?


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