my dreams have rotoscoped to a place i cannot find
i wander nightly, and as i awaken moments fleet
somewhere i was immersed and submerged only moments ago
is nothing but ash as my eyelids withdraw
to a world i always recall for some reason
its rules and its laws
and as i've gradually stopped my jotting
i've also come to stop recording these reveries
the less i write, the less i recollect
but nevertheless in the morning i cannot forget that i've been
elsewhere
somewhere far and no where near here