I searched for the great metaphor
There were none to be sought
The water was too rapid
It's color was too blue
The vessel was too empty
Its destiny only the deep
Slumber was not to be had
In dreams I found no relief
Days were night but nights
were not days, time was lost
I envy the empty space out there
The space where there is nothing.
The weight of my body falls through the sheets.
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