In his new poetry collection, Jack Foley revels in a wild and varied display bringing together many styles and preoccupations, from the depths of grief to love to the heights where light has its source. We might turn the title into a question: When sleep comes, can light be far behind? The diversity of forms and themes in this collection amply demonstrate Foley's concept of mind as being not one but multiple, a dark cinematic chamber peopled with many voices and masks. Foley is our contemporary vaudeville performer, tap dancing on his own stage and singing in multiple voices with many a nod and shake to poets alive and dead.