Were you there in your bed in your own tangled web My faithful dopplegänger, in that parallel universe you sleep in? Were you too wriggling to break loose from your sleepless Nightmare Like a moth under the keen eye of your tormentor? Did you answer my call into the void of the wormhole, That like a yoke binds us together, with your silence? Or was my call just the echo to your own silent cry Which I thought I’d heard as a faint distant clangor? Were you the one who finally by morning rocked me to sleep Or was I the sleepwalker, your tormentor, who kept you awake? Perhaps you were out dancing away the life that I only dream of Or perhaps –– You weren’t there at all, My faithful dopplegänger.