WAS SLEEPING

WAS SLEEPING
(AT THE TIME)

my consciousness
your consciousness

was sleeping
whilst someone something
kept turning
off and on the tap
of consciousness

giving me the in out
impression
    I am living my life
in a stop motion universe
wonderfully animated

too hard in this strobe like
flicker
    to catch hold of a semblance
of corporeal identity, gravity,
divinity

submit to
all that is commonly agreed
to be
   the holes in
best philosophy

holding the friendly
hand rail
      tight as I might

at the
same time fretting
at the presencs of everything
exceeding my capacity

linear trajectory here of
minimal relevance
to what
lived
       at this frequency