Was it a dream of a memory? I thought, but then again it changed.
The light shining from a separate side.
A conversation, from memory, about a dream.
A memory of a dream, we recalled.
Talking about our dreams, and the way the layers fall.
Everything so blurred around the edges now.
What once felt so urgent.
How they burn the corners of every thought to make it feel so immediate
Then in waking how it stretches long and thin from behind my tired eyelids
Trying to think of the word for which there is no sound
Or find meaning in a sense of aching loss
Like a friend I've been meaning to call
I scroll through the names and the letters won't add up right
The bitter gnaw of waking
And I've sweat through my sheets
And my sanity
