The other night I fell asleep, but only half-way.
I was so tired the first measure of sleep
drugged me.
Left me vulnerable in the space between
the waking world and the dream state.
Too drowsy to influence control of my mind,
I stumbled through dark corridors
and passage ways
filled with incoherent codes and images
And undecipherable dream semiotics.
The shadows moved threateningly as if
seeking to attach themselves to the corners
in my mind.
I ask myself if I'd've escaped,
were it not for the light?