A Year of Poems – Day 144

We nap in the time between two breaths –
The breath that sends us unaware to sleep
and the breath of realization.

We have come to the place we should not be
a hallowed throne room larger than our mind
the ceiling stretches till the lights above twinkle as stars

The floor stretches down far beyond our feet
leaving us caught in the midst of infinity.
The shock sends us falling back to linearity.

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