Quarkey Dream

 
My hands will know what to do,  
struggling for realness;    
something that's solid to touch.  
   
Still hazy is my mind as I fondled    
for the dial-tone to go through,    
making sure this was what I had heard.  
   
I couldn't believe it!  
   
No more truer had I heard those words,    
and how incumbent the need to write it down;    
just get it to paper while I'm still alive.  
   
It was that, One, brilliant thing,  
with the importance of life.  
   
Or maybe a quarkey little poem;    
a perfect one it seems, where you wake    
in the middle of the night in quandary.    
   
Let it be Quantum Physics!    
Let me get there and see!    
   
I ran to the paper to write it down,
it was fuzzy at first, and then I seen,

"it was only just a dream"