Hypnic

I’m still here.
There are no plans to be anywhere else.
Icon after icon falls.
Most to decay.
And one hates to blame the victim,
But they seem to me, at least,
To be complicit in the ravaging.
I have these dreams, then hypnic jerks,
then staccato screams of, “Heh.”
Afraid for a microsecond,
I have to talk myself into knowing.
It’s just a dream.