Dra(Ma)thematics of a Dream

Sleepy on a half dead leaf

My dream lives amidst the airy illustrations

Lined by starving insects,

I sleep and float

towards the end,

Where sleeplessness of my sleep resides.

In every sleep

My dream weeps

In the void of an incomplete theorem

Waking me up to a Mathematician's odium.

The Dream perhaps was born in the 90s.

Ancient smelling Dramatics

Embracing a broken stage and a fading light,

employs a white bearded playwright.

The Dream perhaps was born in the 60s.

The sealed credence

makes a residence

In a Mathematics book of Dramatics.

Few sleeps away

In a dreams swing,

I shall find it, Dreaming.