Potency Of Familiarity

The circadian vision of a melting,

yet raging ball of lordly flames 

incapacitated by a ghastly din

of my most treasured piece of metal 

 

The only task it fulfills is to

let me enter REM against

a backdrop of alarms 

rousing all but me 

 

Oh, I flog a dead horse 

while forcing my eyelids open

to traverse a treasure map

leading somewhere obscure