Yesteryear’s Fine Flour expos’d
while whispers Mind
shuffling Reality with Fiction

Memories barely remember’d
sometimes Some
sometimes None

Vocals familiar
Functions corporeal
Feelings tactile
even awful Disconcertions
auspiciously disprov’d by Bed’s Arousement

so many Canvasses of Thought
be blown Pollen into Far Forgotten
until Currents recurring
once again embrace Sails of Sleep              

            ‘Yor