The Scrap of a Dream

At four A.M.
Emerging from a restless sleep
I witness the final moment
Of an encounter
between my conscious
And unconscious mind
Over the last scrap of a dream

I remember seeing
the unconscious mind
time a perfect leap
and tear it from the jaws
of the conscious mind
Like a vicious scavenger
And then just as quickly
retreat deep into memory
Leaving the conscious mind
Looking on helplessly
And still hungry