Light Sleep

is where the Conscious and the Unconscious arm-
wrestle each other for domination, and the Unconscious
says, Lay off Buddy, you've had her all day, it's my turn 
now: I've got a thing or two to say, and she's halfway mine 
already.  She's already churning the slow ochre clouds 
faster and faster against a background, deep azure, 
and there's the cool blue pearl in the center that's my 
moon in her subterranean sky.  They shake hands
like the gentlemen they are.  Kid Id says OK, steps out
of the ring, throws his glove in the air, says he's got 
to go check out some clouds of his own, and departs 
for the sunlight.  Now is when our lost come to call, 
starring in movie roles a departure from those they 
understudied in life.  The curtain goes up, gold tassels 
and all, and you, joyous to welcome them home, 
are reluctant to return to the real world, 
except, who is to say what is Real?

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