Morpheus

Fallen Falling down into sleep

a spatial chaotic persistence

I dream of ravenous sheep.

sheets entangled around my dreams

imagined dragons claw into bed

their breath thick with organic steam

these visions at war inside my head

hear the hew & call, running headlong
through mist-filled wood old & tall
my heart beats strong, I am wont
to belong to the evidence of night
as with each sand-filled creation
I am Morpheus, awake, contrite.