Six Years Spent Dreaming

That’s an estimate
Compounding an estimate
For hours of dreaming

Packed in a typical night
With estimated
Nights in a typical life.

Who knows if it’s right?
It seems obvious a slice,
An unsettlingly large slice,

Of experience
Goes insane each night
And seems inane by daylight,

As if dreaming beasts could say
What was dreaming, anyway.