I lay me my head down after a day that may disappoint
Wearied, I fall asleep, gently and submissive
Afterward I awaken, relieved of every joint-
The essence of my pillow supports this life to live.
What connects minds to dreams
Are the paths our pillows make
But you can still dream without a pillow's seams
And you are wakened feeling opaque.
So when I am manifested to that same regress,
I fall to dream in my pillow's caress.