Day is dawning as I fall from bed
where I have never really been,
sun up at 4:52 am, almost now.
Through the window I can see
the denlineations of houses
glream like loose change,
choosing their own complacencies.
And someone somewhere
calls my name, reprehensibly
perfect, following on from nowhere
driven by the now
of sleeping
as the dawn birds sing
and I look around
knowing that nothing
at all has changed.