a night of fluid dynamics

my head would rambles abstractly in drips of griming vulnerability as you sleep soundly as if in my womb
and the world breathes slowly to our ears.
moves our dream screen in its laminar shift
rendering my own sleep, some cold turbulent
some sleep that weaves sleeplessness clouds in our days
of counting lights and particles of our unoccupied spaces
of our yet endured working hours and shadow
you, wrapped in this fetal suitcase of mine
I, travelled for lightyears and back beneath the eyelids
disintegrated, evaporated, rematerialized
once or never again awaken are we since
there will almost certainly be the breathing still
honoring a quiet put out cigarette in the ashtray
to be an interpreter of these maladies
of our rivering reality