Interlude

To lie on my back and float in the air;
To think of wily horror or of wild glee,
And sleep; the minutes between the first
And the second sound of the alarming clock
Are stretched like the hours are to infinity;
Lost in strange and dismaying distance,
Unaware of time or day or of their stance,
I sleep; and the vibrating pulse of music;
Somehow transmutes through arcane means,
Incorporating the alarm in those dreams;
And lo! Puck flees with the faeries and with the dance.