Upon Waking

"Must we earn the ability to dream,

  or are we given it?"

                              —Anonymous Eternal         

         (the alarm clock rings)

Time!—Oh what is the time?!—

Where did Yesterday end this time?!—

Where Now, must I go?—

What Now, must I Do?!—

I was just having the most wonderful Dream,

But I have no Proof!—

Who Asks what of me Now?!—

And why?—What have I done?!—

That I am forced so rudely Awake

By the Inhuman(e) strength of Day,

Overcoming the Angelic Weakness

Of Night?!—

Oh Time!—What have you done, and why?—

To this cumbersome Body of mine?—

Oh Humans!—This Heart?!—

We strain to simply Change Position—

To walk Upright,

Even though We Flew, so effortlessly,

Just Moments ago...and again!—

I have no Proof!—

But I know—

The Irrelevance of Gravity while Sleeping,

Is astounding—

And the Relevance of Responsibility

Upon Waking, Incarcerating—

Pounding the Potential Pleasures

Of Physical Existence,

Into finely pulverized Oblivion...

The Seventh Draft of this Conscious Life

Slaps me in the Face—

I guess, I'm Awake...

                          (to be continued)