Hypnogagia

Where are these strange places the mind goes

as it falls asleep?

They do not have the dark reason of dreams,

but defy possibility so entirely that they evade even

immediate memory.

What are these places, so close beneath the surface that

we can still touch them

with half a conscious thought still in the waking world?

Places of impossible mystery

that feel more like home than any place I’ve ever known.

The main character of these places is their unknowability,

a wild mess of a mind cut loose,

when consciousness dips below

on its passage to the recesses of the night.

These places are the mind as it is, true,

a mind free from you.

A mind without need of logic or sense;

a mind of knowledge, infinite;

but of itself.