Poiesis

As the sun begins to rise from behind the skyscrapers the clear sky,
white blue yellow into the horizon,
lights up the room as I turn off my lamps and prepare to go to sleep for a day,
tired but proud of the day and night's accomplishments,
having finally eradicated excess desire,
boredom and suffering,
I can feel nothing but joyous bliss while happily patiently awaiting death,
I expect to feel pain and misery,
sadness and depression,
anger and hatred,
resentment and regret,
accompanied by confused thoughts that won't assemble even into any clear structure,
forgetting will save the day when it's used to ruining it,
I have so much I have to do that I continue to put off,
the music must stop.
I will have no peace even with castrato's chanting "love" incessantly,
to sweet soft harmonious organ chords,
or the sound of children laughing in melodious ryhthm:
the devil's trombone out of key blasting behind karaoke,
revelie repeating itself and the alarm not stopping;
But hope for the peace and joy the next day will bring,
having no desire to want to gratify that is unattainable,
no suffering but the boredom that arises when desire pesters,
when I let my guard down and a want sneaks in causing havoc,
upsetting the sleep of the soldiers,
yet always failing to destroy the structure it wants to demolish,
as it is caught almost instantly only increasing security,
protecting the peace of suffering/want/boredom's absence,
being toward death enjoying the ability to be patient,
for the time will come when there will be no more time to be patient,
to wait,
and then,
no more.