Crest

I have overslept.
All before now
was an ocean of dreams
and all that is afterwards
but a moment.
I have overslept it seems
but to sleep
one must have been awake
and to be awake
one must have been asleep.
Only here in this instant
of my timeless awareness
do I exist
as the wave-crest.
Here I am seamless;
an oceanic concurrence
where there is no room anywhere
for chance.