Before I star in my wake,
I’ll search for gourmet to eat,
Circling my tedious work
Before I lay down to sleep,
And dream fantasy escape
Till it starts over again .

The repetition again ;
When the sun stabs me awake
In time and space ⸻ no escape,
Joy comes only when I eat
New poems before I sleep :
Injected art always works

To survive ennui of work
Looping again and again,
Submerging spirit in sleep .
The cock crows early ;  I wake
Startled, but settle to eat :
A metabolic escape,

Really part of the same scape :
Cosmos and quantum works,
Wonders that I drink and eat .
Trivia offers a gain,
Alcoves of awakening
Out of the workaday sleep ⸺

An amber trap :  life asleep .
The social–net traps escape
From expectation—unwoke,
With no passion in the works .
No.  I’ll not acquiesce again,
But fight the monsters that eat

Autonomy like a treat,
Shake the drugs that bring on sleep :
Step into my life again .
Live in the moment ;  escape
Drudgery, mindful of work
Required for awakening .

Again ;  of earthly fruIts, eat .
Wide awake from numbing sleep,
’Scape for staging the great work .