Awakening

Reds flashing cut through the blackness splashing 
the thin opaque screen with a sheen
of dazzling, luminescent colour 
rousing the sleeping soul from the slumber housing 
dreams not yet seen, places not yet been 
not yet ready to face the day, the pallor 
slowly fading away, consciousness imbuing 
confused countenance between two states, a daily routine
of rising against the pull of comfort, with no false valour
invading those gateways of ego masquerading 
as blurry gelatine orbs and twin stars injected with tacrine 
CPU engaged, architecture superscalar 
a shifting of being, awareness granted - a freeing 
like automaton, a machine, protocol requiring caffeine
sensations of fullness, expanding bladder 
pressure increasing, the freedom of releasing 
a liberating stream into bowl that gleams.
A new day arrived, started with glamour.

Photo by Anastasia Mezenina on Unsplash