Dreamtime Not
Muscles tensing in sleep’s free fall, Floating, rocking side-to-side, Like the falling leaf in autumn’s bright air. Swirling slowly at first then building Faster, faster, faster. Caught in some cosmic whirlpool, Specks of light shifting, scintillating blue to red, Spinning ever downward through the black, starred vortex. Without boundary, endless, motionless, Down, down, down. Sleep but not sleep. Conscious-Subconscious-Unconscious Unaware with awareness Self and alien pressing, spiralling ever inward But never painful only blissful A smile then sleep and dreams.