The Sleeping

You are global local.
What do you want to sleep
About? When you go, what

Arrives? You had a dream
Sequence about being
Trapped at a winter pass,

Very old fashioned stuff,
Sitting in a cabin
Keeping notes on wisdom

Of when it would be safe
To leave, when you should stay.
After a while you were

Turning into a tale
Of someone lured to death
Then with the twist ending

You thought might make it sell.
You woke up with the tale,
Standard horror fiction—

Wholly global local.
That’s not what you wanted
To get to sleep about.