the challenge of morning

I could gain entry to the day
the main way that I do,
by sudden roll, drop
out of bed, pop it askew
and turn a piece of digital information to sound
have some/hear some fearsome inspiration
however found by such usual means
- stick it hard to inside, like

a spike to the bottom of heart, and let glide
out and into circulation in a system of veins,
arteries and capillaries to release it to pain

- or just beauty. Truth, maybe, really any kind
of song - that’s the point that I’ve been working
every day all along. I said gain,
and drop,
and have some inside - and there will be
at least a lot of me left, when I’ve died.
Because it keeps building up, it keeps,
building up high, you can’t

hide.