In the light of my waking thoughts

a montage of the most

trivial concerns

play out before you

and you must watch

for I have trapped you

in a box that stays hidden

in the secret folds of my memory.

It is only in the darkness of my slumber

that it is safe for me

to set you free

and think of the things

we cannot think of doing

and do the things

which we must not be thinking.

I awaken with the thought

that tonight I will be

dreaming again.