Dragging Writing in and Out of Sleep

At some point in each waking cycle

You try another experiment

At composing right along the line,

The seam between waking and sleeping

And dreaming while sleeping then waking

Again—how closely can you trace it,

The wavering edge of consciousness,

Without losing the thread that outlines

The jigsaw of being unaware,

Aware of what isn’t outside you?

At least we are communicating,

Intones a robotic voice. You twitch.

That was dream. And now this is waking.

Or wait. If there are words here, there was