Niggling Distress:

To sleep, perchance to dream - Shakespeare

Surfacing from spontaneous immersion in

soft glowing embers of layered dreamscapes

trailing black and white ambiguous ribbons 

fettered to illusive memory 

devoid of color, smell, taste, and touch.  

Exposed now to stiff hard edged wavelengths 

of randomly invasive cadent thoughts

speculating on light and sound emissions

compared to a possibility of 

inherent vibrations in purely physical objects.

Such are the pervading problems presented

on waking and discovering a niggling distress 

that what was desired to be discovery 

might in reality be a loss

at maintaining a clear foothold on reality.