Same Man In Reverse (Yes)

I can't sleep.

I'm eating a Popsicle
under the heating blanket
The curtains are open and little silver rivers run down the window.

behind me a cat drifts off.
the room is slightly dark.
the whirring of a few fans and the blinking of several tiny lights.

and somewhere over the water
another room is slightly dark
the whirring of a few fans and several tiny lights

in the broken dark glaze of
the moonlit window panes
sleeps the same man in reverse dreaming of mirrors and haze

the room is filled with books
but knowledge floated here before

the past is made of downy cotton
the future is full of claws
and out there in the universe
the sky is full of stars.