Another night of
what they call the deep, slow-wave level
of sleep, teeming with weird
little memes like massive schools
of tropical fish
that flow and shimmer, twist and
churn in unison,
somehow, deep down beneath the
waves of wakefulness
(like they shared some kind of hive-
mind (who knows, maybe
even mine?), right there above
sleep’s ocean floor with
all its many mysteries
and lost, forgotten treasures.
Artwork by: Paul Klee
