Real Artificial Dream Maps

Every night procedures optimistic,
I tell my children, "dream, dream sweet dreams."

Every morning, mourning Lethe lost,
They report their dreams forgottten

Each time I tear sleep to wake,
My dream narrative loosed to ether

Each dream felt, a memory seared,
Viscerally upon my bones to rewrestle

Every day, this percussive thrumm,
Sense echoing dream feeling flees>