The last time I dreamed, the world folded and
unfolded at angles waking eyes have never seen.
It crept closer when I looked askance, looming
like a lover feigning patience not possessed.
It retreated in the sigh of an opening door,
playing polite for guests as yet unfamiliar
with the collapsing and resuscitating world
I recall most completely & keenly in sleep.
07/30/2019