Poem: I have been woke
I stand woke at work
In the present state of pantless mediocrity
Observing others with far greater aspirations and means
In my wakedness
I understand our days to be
Brightly elucidating
Until I am born the meekest
And have completed my final trip around the Sun
To become the dream that is shared.
How many others? Rebel and Empire?
A trinity? A majority? All?
Must I wait.
Cold at my feet.
Sun on my face. Warmth.
Complacency less an option
Clothes would be nice, but...
My ego is yours and you know it.
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