Are there dreams or
Do you dream or
Not, once you’re not?
You don’t dream. You
Aren’t you. You aren’t.
And yet you drift.
The ghosts of you
Do move through sleep,
Through brains, through thoughts,
Through dreams. That you
Could be, is, us,
But we’re you, too,
As you’ve been us.
You ask, Yes, but
What? We can’t tell.
