My sleep burrows me a chain of monochromatic roomsnthat jangles in the day and recalls a samey dronenDay has drawn out from the nightnwhat's been lacking in its wagenreviving eyes that choked the lightnwith no extraction for the pagennI can not seem to remember my dreams latelynnIf the moon defines the night and illuminatesnwithout directionncould the obscured that steered my life illuminate itsnintervention?nnI fought so long for an explanationnplantingnthe seeds that took root in my mindnexplainingninto dust what was a lucid situationnnAnd I can not seem to remember my dreams lately