The cerebral concussions of the night

fracture my consciousness until I

see my dreams passing across and into my brain,

bringing contusions I resurrect,

and in the resurrection,

I find what I thought I would remember.

I awake and take

my fractured brain to the doctor.

I hold it in my hand—

it is only a small part

that is broken.

Title: I am indebted to A.H. Maslow for the term.