inserted into the nonstop day at a time and place of relinquishing sleep where no alarm wakes the dead from deep slumbering I rise, half crawl, roll out of bed, a resurrection slowly invading my skin my bones jump into place as I rattle toward the light and out the door to stagger into life one more time, one more time I tell myself for to be sure tomorrow for you may well never arrive and you may well find yourself in the valley of the dead, the valley of the dead, the valley of the dead.