dreams come difficultly
between digital flashes this
ante meridiem, and
we toss,
in tossing we turn,
and in turning
we toss, and
shake off spasms,
thoughts unbidden
creatures that creep
under eyelids, into
grey matter we can’t
slake, never mind
how hard we wish,
call out, adjust,
squirm
it’s no use
as we lie
inside this world
falling out