The sic dream specter,
plays out that bout
flowing freely,
while I am being
constrained
by a realm which
is not logic.

Master Morpheus
slides gracefully
before us,
sand in hand
to help this man
stay asleep.

Armageddon
follows me
from the waking
world to dreams
and back out
to chaotic scenes.

Reality
as decreed
by the dark deeds
of ill-intended individuals.

They are much worse
than that which pursues me
while I am sleeping.

Yet, I long to awaken
to a better day,
and a brighter place.