Poppy.

Place me in the fields of oblivion

Among red petals seeped in opium. 

Eliminated into numbness give me

Blue skies and the seeds of the poppy

So I may lose myself in the lucidity

Of existence forgetting resistance. 
Karen Hayward ©2016

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