Nocturne

I died in a dream last night but rose
again when I rose again, I guess – I
rose at dawn as usual, light rarely
lets me sleep, and got dressed for work and ate
and left the house in the billowing light
but it was dark before I made it home
so I had supper and watched some TV
and fell down dead again on the bed like
I do every evening – now Iā€™m lying
here with the dark but still awake, so light
is within me shining only brightly
enough that I see innumerable
white dots upon the black and when I hold
my hand before my eyes I see my foot.

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