Part One: A Possibility
Why
am I still asleep?
The
alarm went off a long time ago, and
I’ve
missed the morning sun. We all have.
That
is, if such a thing truly exists…Oh,
glorious
star, the center of the center of
the
center of attention! Attention? But aren’t
we
all asleep? How would we know if it really
is
in the center of the center of a cold, lonely,
void
when the only thing we’ve ever
seen
is the darkness behind our closed eyelids?
Part Two: Another
Possibility
Nobody
wants to sleep comfortably
on
a bed of lies;
nobody
except those bodies that
have
not seen what is on the other
side
of their unspoiled dreams.
Go, go on and dream without me.
I
insist. I'd rather stay awake through
this
hell that'll prepare me for the one to
come.
Join me, if you'd like—though there's
nothing
much to like about this, this
thing
that keeps me from sleeping. But
nobody
wants to sleep comfortably
on
a bed of lies;
especially
when the mind is wide awake,
and
the moon is shining brightly
on
this endless night. The giant eye stares at
me.
And through the haze of a million dreams,
I
stare back.