Sea of Insomnia

I strap on the apparatus so I can breathpreparing for my descent into dreamfrom which I come up sputtering regardlessout of the twisting currents of the unconsciousthere is treasure somewhere in the wreckageof memory, today and childhood scatteredand then confusingly reassembled—when you laughed and when you trembledin anger or delight, all tossed togetheron the bottom […]