What is the point

What is the point

Of sleep

Without remembrance

A movement from one wakeful

Episode

Unto another

Dreamless

What marks this progress

Is it death

Do I wake

From more than slumber

Into a different world

With new beginnings

Is what I perceive

As yesterday

Nothing more than

The fragmentation

Of a past life

Is it a dream

Or the unpacking

Of an overstuffed

Memory

Do I walk in sleep

Am I player here

In a riseable

Overwrought

Comedic tragedy

Is my dystopia

The product of imagination

Or the transit

From one dream state

Into another

Is this a nightmare

From which I will only wake

Upon my death

Too late then

To assume control

Once the fugue

Has dispersed

And I am gone

From here

To gosh knows where

With no memory

Of the passing.