My sleep burrows me a chain of monochromatic rooms
that jangles in the day and recalls a samey drone
Day has drawn out from the night

what's been lacking in its wage
reviving eyes that choked the light
with no extraction for the page


I can not seem to remember my dreams lately


If the moon defines the night and illuminates
without direction
could the obscured that steered my life illuminate its

intervention?

I fought so long for an explanation

planting
the seeds that took root in my mind
explaining

into dust what was a lucid situation

And I can not seem to remember my dreams lately