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Falling Asleep

I stand, drained, at the foot of my bed
and fall forward.
My face hits the pillow,
so hard,
that it goes right through.
Through the mattress and into
the darkness between the floors.

This is a space full of pursuers,
chasing me through tunnels of wires,
always unknown, always alone.

I am moving,
rotating from the initial descent,
spinning until gravity disappears.
Am I still falling,
with nothing pulling me down?

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