Nightmares

I'm the sound of a fan
in the middle of the night

when you wake up
to the small sounds
of your heart beating
and your fleeting desires

creeping by the bubble
of sleep that surrounds
the fragile psyche of you

in the dead of night.

I dreamed a dream
of me being put
into a full-body cast
for the sake of art

and those around me
promised me they would
do the same, but I never
saw it done.

So I was frozen into a cast
of myself and put on display
for three days while art
matured into something

worth being.  This scared
the living shit out of me.

And I awoke trembling.
And found I was still free
and went back to sleep,
a prisoner of my dreams.