And when I fall asleep
the people in my life
fly swiftly to my side
and lean over my bed
and open up their heads
and let me look inside
and when I fall awake
I try to ask them why
but there's no-one to reply
And when I fall asleep
the objects in my house
move slowly to my side
and whisper secret names
the names they usually hide
and when I fall awake
I try to write them down
but real names are like sand
they spill out of my hands
And all the nights asleep
and all the counted sheep
and all the little deaths
and all the final breaths
the rubbish I have read
detritus in my head
and just as I am sure
I'm not dreaming after all
I stay and dream some more
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