The sleeping world responds to visions
with the slightest movement, and that is enough.

In hibernation the bear feels a cub
safe in her embrace and thinks no further.

The sleeping world weaves a moral sampler
layer on layer: a tangle with no end

"...the organised narrative is the orphaned child of a wish..."
colliding, ever-dying echoes illuminate a moment.
The moment's prayer to last.

This sleeping world, knowing no more, slow drifts
towards and from its desires and disgusts.
That is miraculous enough.

And a live response to visions-the widening of eyes-
for heaven's sake
this is surely enough.