The Narcoleptic Insomniac

You can tell by the gaps when you’ve been gone—
Who knows, maybe there’s a way to come back
From the gap of absolute destruction?

But it seems easier to imagine
You never were than to not be and be
Again and again. Perhaps it’s all gaps.

Perhaps it’s all you imagining gaps.
Perhaps you were recreated each time.
Perhaps perhaps. Sleep once perhaps has gone.