I woke up with a line of poetry
resounding, and I failed to jot it down.
I opted not to flip the switch at 3,
and light the room and make my pupils shrink.
Repeating it while sinking back, to see
the next two hours of my dreamy rest,
I rose at half-past 5 with memory
erased. I’m sure it ended with a noun,
and that vignette is now a theme for me.