we have no memory of sleep save for the dreaming parts, but

have I awakened this morning from a dreamless sleep?

setting my feet to the floor

I rise with caution to insure stability.

at times sleep retreats slowly like a conquered 19th century army;

at other times, it scoots in a mad rush, like an unjust monarch

on the run from his just beheading. but even the limitless passage

of time will not clarify the uncharted roadway of sleep.