I locked myself out of my apartment last night for several hours and then had an night filled with wakings and half-sleepings and noises that made me think the neighbors were getting raided and standard 3am dry-throat-get-a-drink activity that wasn’t standard because someone was quietly arguing with someone else about leaving someplace. Some of that is real and some of that is dream, I think.
a ½ sleep
sonambulist
oneirist
acute li grave
in Méliès
shad o flicker
rattle
tin cans in
a holl o head
say hey Cesaré
feel peel a way
layer and
trip the sandman
chiaroscuro
til the reel
runs the moon
blinds and
waking.
