This goose keeps skirting my grave.
Summoned from sleep to walk and survey the drowsy block.
The Sound’s waves lap slovenly against pebbled shore.
Everyone dreams around but me.
Chaotic states barely contained beneath membranes of skin and delta wave radiation transmissions that no one speaks of in lucidity.
Laying all around under sleep’s spell like corpses awaiting reanimation.
A coronal, plasmatic flare igniting my hair into flaming waves keeping me rendered awake.
I summit a mountain in double time.
The sky unfurls its vexillum of starscape.
Clouds parting in mine wake.
Swallow me whole and suck me away.
I dreamt a real crafty line, then dreamt I awoke, wrote it down, and went back to sleep proud and satisfied.
But, this recent awakening reveals the page sleeping empty and devoid beside me.
goose honking out shrill, laughing cries in the face of my surprise.