Jung: the body is "the densest part of the subconscious."

a surface chill upon my skin
invites, escorts the outside in
with the steady rhythmic clock
my inner body sways and rocks
morning sunlight fills the room
warms my eyes
they'll open soon
my tongue, heavy as a stone,
allows my lips to slightly moan
awake but drowsy, not moving yet
behind eyes' curtains dark violet
strange dreams linger though fainter now
deciphered later if mind allows

those night thoughts in muted tones
drift and mingle in blood and bones