FebPoWriMo 21

All day my brain has been 
Repeating short echoes
Of the previous night’s dreams

Elusive imagistic entirely
Unrelated to the content
Before my eyes yet persistent

As if attempting to reclaim
The minutes left unslept
Not only in the immediate cycle

But stretching back to every
Moment each dream played
Between the brain’s synapses

To make connections where
There might have been dead air
Emphasizing the fragments

That keep experience whole
To wake is to put sleep asleep
Even dreams need to open

Their eyes once in awhile to be
Reminded they are the same stuff
This concrete ephemeral membrane

You blink and before it is gone