Unable to open my eyes
I drift in a sub conscious state
Tendrils of wispy smoke
Move and bend their shapes
Falling but in place
I drift in and out of space
Relaxing my hand
I let it move free
As it floats in the air
Controlled by jet streams
My head supported barely
An Autumn leaf on a tree
A lullaby is sung
From deep inside the plumes
Muffled sonorous notes
A mother's heartbeat in the womb
A dreamy sleepy tune
An undisturbed ethereal cocoon.
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