Do Not Risk Closing Your Eyes

Dozed into a dream someone
Recently deceased argued
With a more senior lost soul

That this couldn’t be the place—
Then things disintegrated,
Not into waking, into

The next dream, people chatting
About the previous dream
In which you were painting and

The painting was of a boat
The point of which was to float
Away from all these faces

But now the boat is crowded
And new dreamers float new dreams.