To sleep.

Ether from the cracks, spilling forth languidly

Lingering on the air, on the clothes, in the hair

No scent, sweet or sickly, but invisible

Visually nondescript

No taste, no sensation as it creeps across your skin

Spinning world, short of breath and out of balance

Laid low by the spirits

Invading lungs in silence

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