Each time I sleep I edge (1997)

Each time I sleep I edge
Closer to dullness.
Each time I sleep, a day closes
Like a gold-rimmed handbag.
Each new day the sun starts out brighter
That it was the evening of the day before,
Brighter, clearer, less murky, more primary.
I am still frightened of the dark side
Slipping away forever. I miss Hyde.
He was different and the world looked
Different to him, which he did not record,
But which I did. Each night's passage
Rows me to another island further from
The Island of Dr. Moreaux. Each day
The sand is finer and cleaner, the water
Clearer, bluer, the trees with fewer
Diseased leaves, all green spearpoints.
Help me, I'm passing into paradise.