Dreams: An Insomniac's Nightmare (late '99)

"Hey" said the stranger
"Hey yourself."
" 'Member me?"
"Uh, no. 'Are You my Angel?' " 
(I quote Ginsberg in my sleep)
"Better. I am you."
"Oh..." I say, stuck inside my pupils

I am a temporary in this bed-prison.
Eyes open. My room, a Cyclops, opens his.
Look out the window: 
A few dim stars inside the purple glazed eternity of black.
The clock reads hI:h
I knocked it upside down in a panic.

The waves of blood that reach my brain in rhythmic patterns,
Take back with self a piece of me to the abyss

"Hey," I utter  blandly.
"Hey yourself." Shall I correct him and say 'myself'?
" 'Member me?"
"Uh, no. 'Are you my Angel?' "
"Better. I am you."
"Oh..." he, I, us both: blank faces.

I drift away, but soon float back onto the scene

Now I see twins, standing, staring at each other,
At themselves. A third, identical to both, enters triumphantly.
"Well, then who is that?" One questions Two.
"Who me?" answers Three. "I am the both of you."