Sitting down, I have no clue
how I got to the library.

I slept for 10 hours
and dreamt I was an ancient deity
of blood and marrow
and atoms and
inside atoms.

Leaving bed, I still felt
the innards of the innards
slosh and spark in my fingers.
That morning, I dreamt of my dream
and awoke in the library.

I would like to fall asleep
and see within and within
as a god.
Yet I'm sat in the library
and staring at the apostates
like a frightened worm.