free gifts

arms wrapped
under, around
The rhythm kills the awakened state
lulling me
to those precious temporary
circadian awards before

I have to
I must
I need
To be
present

This is an engine
Offering all the heat I need –
With the blanket askew –
To stay satisfactorily warm

adrift
in between
slumber and sleep
subconsciously
I want to
be giving back