What’s an hour more or less

In an endless stream of hours?

As day gives way to night

And night blossoms into day,

There is only a mist of conscious thought

Hiding the reality of sub-conscious awareness.

I see visions, people, objects.

I hear sounds, words, voices.

I wake and sleep not knowing one from the other.

Pray tell, what’s an Hour more or less

In such an endless stream of hours?