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Batten Down

If dreams are where the mind is free,
then my subconscious keeps its secrets
safely tucked away from me…
No waking part allowed to see,
What lies after the sea crests
And falls tenderly.
Whether by need or by design,
Closed eyes cut the ties that bind.
Drifting towards the horizon line
On oceans both stormy and kind.

--Christopher S., Adult