Amnesiphobia

I go to sleep again, eventually After hours of fitful tossing, Unwilling to surrender To the nightly unknowing. Some nights bring forgetting of everything; Self, days, events, time, life itself. Others fill themselves up With a sort of coin, of wavering moonlight Seen through the haze of obfuscating dewfall. Reflections broken free from the sea of self Raise unobstructed to float, Hanging in the cooling ether of dreamscapes Where in the fog nameless dogs bark And dark landscapes prevaricate. Where clocks do not follow rules, Where gravity sometimes suspends Or history rewrites itself. Judgments come down and are executed Beyond the dignity of reason. Nights pass slowly through a watery realm Where nothing is concrete, As we wade clumsily through clumps of time, Skip through a children's maze of nonsense riddles. And when the knowledge of being in a dream Pierces sporadically, through the body's paralysis We awaken, amazed to find That we are simply ourselves again, Then we stretch back out, into the other dimension, Ready to dream some more lines; Sample some more realities Till morning awakens us with hands Of impatient brightness. And abstraction slinks away To wait for the next evenings Entertainment of amnesia.