In the Boat That We Dwell

She's deeply asleep, I'm awake, As if something is at stake, It’s the hands of the night. The night calls me from my slumber, There's a tranquil flow in my chamber, I traverse the night's highway, I'm chauffeured by the unseen. I go through a gate, There's not much of a wait, I'm haloed by a light, I see the book. My thoughts are permuted, My mind pierces through the gloom, She's in the slumber room, We're worlds apart. October 3, 2023.