I dreamt of living last night.
My mind pushed away by
the wheels of a
Rene Descartes.

I felt a jolt after
I'd eaten
Of my mind jumping back
Perhaps it became aware.

But, foolish vision, I
Know this must be real
For if this is a dream
Why is she not in it?

Why is she not smiling?
Why is she not laughing?
Why is she not invading?
Because it's real.

It's real and she's not here.