The level of sound

I slip into sleep
but the conversation continues

The word that was in the beginning
changes in my absence:
to me it sounds the same,
and the story unfolds

The difference may be subtle
or not: the level of sound is the same
and it seems to make sense

but the word has been corrupted:
something different has entered in –
something alien

and when I wake
a split second or hours later
I think I am there, in the same place
following the same thread

but the word is not as it was in the beginning
I cannot answer those key questions
there are gaps in my knowledge
and new characters

I try to cover it up,
laugh easily, swear I have heard it all
but I have lost something

I need to hear it from the beginning
the start of creation,
stay awake this time

People are starting to look at me