The moon rejoices
that someone is awake...

Neither famous
nor infamous...

I don't know
what I know...

I dreamt
on the high wire...

Enthralled by the cone
of pure white light...

I'm not complaining
thank God...

My dreams
bought cheap...

Sometimes
I dwell...

What if
this minute...

Stuck
in a fantasy...

My poem
a snapshot...

In the end
I'm flogging...