Perhaps you file by
Slip into a drawer
and are never seen again.
So much is said.
Who listens after bed.
As useless as a snore.
That person beside you is out.
But what dreams?
Image to image
About what and why
Or what I’ve heard
Word for word
Then blurring out
Snoring warring
Pacing chasing
File away
Good morning!
said the saint
to the sinner
Beside the stars
You I and Us
will be filed away
Or all dolled up
for the cosmos.