Identity is most certain in your
dreams, and most uncertain
when you wake.
 

While at rest, your consciousness
creates figments, rationalizations
of your lightless palette. In that
moment, obsidian sheaths part

as the mind’s worry is severed.
 

Once awoke, rationalization
vanishes. Obsidian sheaths return,
bearing added layers of self-abstraction.
You momentarily recall the fleeting utopia,
and fall back into cyclic motion
 

until night comes again.