Wide Asleep.

 

In the spell of order’s brief demise

the anarchy of slumber plies

a stimulating trade,

lading senses’ dense receipts

through synapses to deeper seats.

But in this shifting some persist

in scenes that sense cannot resist;

they entertain the rapid eye,

compel the quiet tongue to speak,

and puppeteer the twitching limbs

that let their motive power leak;

until the clock’s alarmed lament

insinuates a dull report

that interrupts the antic flow

to cut the shallow madness short.

 

 

Brainwater.

 

Like rainwater percolates

through permeable rock it seems

details drawn from wakefulness

add flavour to the stock of dreams;

they slip from cell to gifted cell

and settle into hidden seams,

to reappear in slumber where

                        the fleck of recognition gleams.