REM Sequence

maybe i could follow it,
this sense of distressed fever,
and this would reveal nerves, chords deeper
than i thought possible.
so i follow him,
the streets wind like ribbon-wire,
through the circus,
the dream-brigade.
the lights confuse, they saturate,
and i stumble,
lose sight of him,
and suddenly i can't pretend, i cannot
remember why i took that first step.
and from nowhere,
beside me,
he smiles.