Educating Sleep

Hum of the too cold lights fails to induce sleep
As feet shuffle a sailors squeak in the hallway
Awake dreaming of the world that isn't yet
Am I here? Or will I find I am still in bed
Down the hall from mother's cares quiet?
So,too, I could be ancient slobbering
Speaking dreams even now because none
Of this is or ever was real.
No matter the moment since this is now
I tell myself it is an eternity of now
Here
Always
Nothing ever ends despite our frail
Form begging entropy to free us.
That night on my roof we sat as the dead
Were processed through a neighboring
Window a song of gospel on the old mans
Lips to send them on to the next voyage.
How can I teach me to sleep
If the world is a run on sentence
A dream in quantum parts?
What can I teach myself of ends
Are only pauses in the rambling tale of
The Great I AM?