NovPoWriMo 20

Another night of 
nondescript dreams
follows me through
the day as if every
unplanned moment
were half a déjà vu
away in disguise
maybe I didn’t sleep
so good maybe I
slept too well maybe
my body doesn’t like
to be interrupted
by consciousness
what is the world
other than adrift
in a sea of thoughts
it tries to recollect
the next day