Sleep (by Teri Dorsey)
January 5th, 2012 | 
Author: 
Artist Deloris De Velde
My breath passes into chambers filled with fluid mixing life.
I am created every new day by the hands of peace and strife.
Through the silence I float, my flesh is dressed and left behind.
Secret energy moves me towards the mysteries of the blind.
Echos from earth call me in a fog, thick with bright black stars;
A map that leads me back from sleep to reach my avatars
I can feel my soaring wings disappear as I pass into warm light;
awakened, my body so beautifully made by the one who gives sight.
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