WD 161 “Wake”

A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth.

Wake

Betrayed in secrecy 

Sanctioned by secretions of sleeping poison in my morning coffee 

I log in to the regular reincarnation cycle

Birth, labor, waiting, rest, and sleep

But the sleep is only mental

The automaton continues to strive 

Severed from consideration 

While God in his wisdom creates thorns and thistles 

That we might jab our fingers, bleed blood, and for one holy moment

Wake