There is the knowing and the not knowing,
there is the seeing and the not seeing,
the hearing and the silence, but there
cannot be the being and the not, regardless
of what Hamlet may suggest as a question.
Even Yorick realized this, perhaps too late.
No one listened to Horatio on the parapet
too busy in their own soliloquies to hear.
But that not hearing was not silence, it
was cacophony, and even dreams have
songs we may choose not to like, but
the mind cares little for our choices
and dreams are the price of sleep
and an always integral part of being.