When I slept, I slipped into the world
Where friends were friends again.
I was whipped, and wept. The world
Punished me accordingly. Again,
I leaped into dreams. Or the dreams
Leaped. I kept to myself, and slept,
Dead to everything. I did things, nonetheless,
Which surprised everything, had it known.
Dreams grew. Did I hear myself groan?
I’m clumsy; I slipped. I did sleep well, I guess.