View without You

There’s no view from inside sleep.
You wish there were. These are paired
Observations you’ve written,

In one way or another,
Too many times. What would be
The value of perspective

From within sleep anyway?
Sleep is sleep since no one’s home.
But then, that’s another one.

To be the observation
In a wholly empty house,
Wholly empty, no one there—

To be watching in the room
Of shadows since you’re not there.