Jeffree Michael #77 Porosity

In late hours
I talk and ponder
wondering is this sleep

walking through rooms
streets dreams
maybe my own

or yours somehow
crashed into
it's hard to know

what threads remain
taut or otherwise
incommunicado

another 3am mystery
to unravel before
daybreak

oracles cohere
one dream within another
each door a porous encore

on stage
places are taken
all lines unforgotten

audience on edge
their seats behind
minds travelling

at speeds of sound
only lights can dim
to bring this down

to a whisper
and a frown failing
to understand

which act is this
what have I missed
to be here in your arms

before the finale
will everyone know
it's all just pretend