You’re at it again – you’re there at the rail
or random flailing of limbs, that sitting up
(like a parody of waking, without the waking)
to mouth a one-liner of gobbledygook…
all this the eerie arabesque enacted blind
and choreographed by dream, the sleep-steps which

(with splayed feet and mouth slightly ajar)
into deeper and deeper and deeper sleep
that nothing on earth, least of all me, could break:
I only lie awake because you lie as you do; you only lie as you do because I lie awake.