Ehh?

Whenever you startle awake
From dozing in the wheelchair, you

Twist to look over your right side
For the contents and characters

You’d just now been dreaming about,
As if you expected them there,

All the apparatus of dreams,
Never in front or to the left—

Always over your right shoulder.
You’re not awake until the world

Redistributes itself smoothly,
And the empty corners have gone

Back wherever emptiness goes,
One side world, other glowing void.