Waking being a reality when in a fluid state of sleep
Acknowledging sleep had been a greater reality,
Immanence in body, a severe presence in mind.
He had to listen to the whistle of the night guard
The bark of a hoarse dog, in its throat of hill echo
As if on the edge of the hills calling down the sky
The stars having come to doze in nightly flickers.
Reality begins as solidity, continuing its descent
To the fluid and thence to vapor and empty proof
Of an existential fact, a shriek from night cricket.
The phosphorous of our bones roams in the sky
As night lights in the vastness of a cold desert.