glass tumbler
fully coolly
overly brimming
perceptively placed
for nocturnal
sip missions
I rest
restlessly
wrestling
tiresome
daemons

tossing turning
tousled
in yearning
wry morpheus
still spurning
till burning
parched morning
enters my room
yells
“DAMMIT ARISE!”
— I comply

glass tumbled
empty of life
I Lazarus shamble
seeking cold
porcelain relief

fully flushed
I am now
less than I was
and no more
than a drop
in the ocean that is…