As much as he needed sleep
he had grown to dread it
for each night they visited him,
always whispering, he straining
to hear if they had wisdom to offer
or were simply there to mock,
to plague him, as recompense for some
imagined sin, some innocent mistake
or simply because eternity can
fairly quickly become boring.
He knows their number will
only grow over time as more
shift worlds and his dreams
already crowded will teem
with the presence of those that he
rarely chose to see when they
could still visit by day.