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.