Impenetrable fortress of sleep
Portcullis of shuttered eye graffitied
Sight subjective the experience exclusive
The inner lid the lid of night, planets ricocheting off it whispering of collisional fertilisation
The dark everywhere is that which I do not or cannot see, that which I am not presently experiencing or otherwise aware thereof
My closing eyes guiding down armageddon like a bad parker
Getting out of here, stopping to check it out and getting caught, the nosy parker
The get out the head south the new route, then that old doubt
That old mouth that sang us every plate we ate, causing trouble again
World ends at my shutting eyes
Where I end and where it ends commensurate
Eyes islands, where day bends and night night’s spends
All going dark now
I lid.
Alchemisland 
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