The movers were nice but slow.

The movers were nice but slow.

Sleep is

Never dreamless

But misremembered

An empty space

Without the freedom

To indulge in fantasy

There is but a wall

With no end

Or gate through which

One can gain entry

To the other side

Everything displaced

A person misplaced

What use intention

Without theory

Of mind

Involving soulful insight

Into the invitation

Of darkness

Draped between one dream

And the next

An interpretation

Gainfully employed

A serviceable hypothesis

Conceived to cut a swathe

Through a blot in the sky

A stygian Rorschach

Shadow dance

Masking the relationship

Of somnambulance

To the existence

Of unconscious recollection

With Deja vu

Nothing but

A showreel