Whispers
The soft voice lingering
A light touch there
Or only its remnant.
The vision wanes
As the force driven
To remember such things
Slowly fades away.
Reality seeps beyond
What the tangible
Paraded before me
Into mere whispers
Of sensations
The mortal shell once knew.
The night progresses
And the day evaporates
I turn toward the end
Knowing all, yet nothing
As I embrace
The next beginning.
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