I rise, alarmed, before the sun,
Give my gastrointestinal tract something to do,
Perform my dental ablutions,
Work, daydream,
Amuse my digestive system,
Resist mind-devouring sleep,
Return home from my journeyings,
Offer up hecatombs to my stomach,
Assist my child in her sleeping,
Fall upon my pillow and observe a string of words
Then lie in delicious warm darkness
Until Hypnos wraps around my head--
Then suddenly
A blue pagoda.
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