Sleep Walking

The night knows things the day works to forget.

Dreams in its visceral tongue speak images
And invite unwelcome truths whose abstractions recount
An altered reality... one that is vaguely reminiscent of a known history.

Nights evoke emotions more real than
Wakeful moments of the day.
Perhaps my day is spent sleeping and
My true waking
Is in dreams.

In sleep I recollect dreams of my days,
Haunting
My reality and stirring deep in my gut.

I am tired.

I am not certain where I rest.