From Sleep to Waking

I’ve been lucid dreaming poetry lately. This is unfortunate because when I try to wake up and hold on to the fully formed poem long enough to get it penned, it inevitably disappears. I had a really great one last night [at least, in my dream state it felt great, dream-​consciousness is no judge of quality] and by the time I awoke I could only remember the word Guinness. The pen and paper is less than two feet from me, but the distance from sleep to waking is always just too long to remember.