Treadmill

I thought that in sleep All quarrels ceased, And our minds surrendered To the needs of fatigued bodies. So, legs intertwined, We huddled against the chill. In an infantile dream, I saw you stealing my blanket, Meanly exposing me to the draft. To punish you I elbowed into your side savagely. Still asleep, You moaned in pain, And called for your mother. Startled, I awoke: There is no respite from ourselves, I perceived with dismay- We carry our flawed selves into our sleep. [From The Serene Flame]