I lie falling asleep -
purple Rorschach blobs
forming,
transforming,
& unforming
on the black field of my inner eyelids.
The veneer of reality felt thinner,
but my efforts to poke a finger through
shoved me back into the warm, soft reality of my bed.
[I'd so wanted to "Here's Johnny!" my way into
an alternate dimension.]
And, once more, I'm a prisoner to reflexes
that snatch away subtle worlds.
