You sleep beneath a throbbing blanket,
A whining drone that cuts through the night
Like a monotonous call to prayer;
Serrated sounds that test the edges
Of your chemically-reinforced cocoon.
Draped in treated fabric you drift restlessly;
Your dreams a kaleidoscope of apprehensions,
Where walls run red with shattered husks,
Their swollen bellies gorged on speedballs
Of honeydew, blood, and DDT.
In the morning you check your cotton cage for holes,
Shifting silently beneath the sheets
As you perform these daylight inspections
Like a hushed and fading holy rite.
Creeping from beneath your net
You throw open the door and sunlight cuts
Thorough the residual creases of night.
A breath of cool air that casts out the
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