fragrance of sleep drift
this easily through

rooms – as though
your resting had keys to

every chamber whose
open doors i

cannot step
through – i lie

alert & breathe spareroom
breath & in

my shell
form you warm &

close who slumber
farther from sense than

i dont know
what? – perhaps that

shape a world might
have or

a home
if it woke from sleep &

walked