Lost Rem-ories
The distance between synapses and
Enactments rack up lost sleeps, deep in land of the ethereal.
Where the random empty moments
Of restoration engender mass delusions.
Rendering reckless entertainment as momentary bliss
Dismissing lethargy of its capacity to negotiate.
The slumber once enjoyed devolves into
Rapid eyes moving under fastened eyelids.
And yet –
To awake.
Is to recognise.
That the dream, is the reality.