From dusk to dawn

I rise to the calling
Of an early morning darkness
And struggle to meet the percolation;
The baptism beating a tattoo on my head
Swirling circles around my dumb toes
And only the Empire of Japan can carry me forward
In the form of my silver Toyota,
Pulling at my heaviness, growing older,
Pushing at my back, the sun
A ripe lemon on the eastern horizon
Tripping the light pedestrian,
Catching the line again,
Running for the chariot's swinging low.
The sun is catching my pace and passing me
Until end of day comes
When all flattens out
Like a clean plane of clear glass,
The soft pastels painted in the west
And a sense of release:
Lighten, heavier, sleeping,
Sleeping soundly, snoring.

Darkness again.