3/18/25
Enveloped within oneself it chose the warmest and most stagnant pose. What could it utter in return? Hedons that rush forth and burn A hole in the whole of the synapse, A tragedy of a travesty in the abyss, A tear in the frontier of the vast, An ablation of an oblation in the self.
An omniscient and omnipresent excuse.
1-2: The first two lines explain the state of oneself in the morning—merely concerned and focused on only itself and its propensity to keep sleeping, and thereby, it (I use it throughout the poem because it refers to the subconscious, less aware part of oneself) chooses to stay in bed, the warmest and most stagnant option.
3-5: Then, it is asked what is offered in return for making this choice. Hedons are units of pleasure, and they can relate to the synapse by representing some neurochemical, maybe dopamine, and their role in passing between the synapse to stimulate. The hedons rush and burn a hole because they are not only degrading one’s motivation and discipline, but also they burn a hole in the synapse of life. The part of life that one lives in, and one experiences, that is the synapse, the space between where one inhabits, the space in which stimulation occurs. A hole is burned in that space when one overextends sleep; they are wasting time and space in that synapse.
6: The abyss is the nourishing form of sleep, the intended one, and by sleeping in an extra amount, it makes a fool out of sleep’s intended purpose, a corruption and false display of its goal. It is thereby a tragedy.
7: The frontier of the vast is simply the expanse of life and opportunity, yet it is being wasted and neglected through this practice, causing a tear.
8: An ablation is the surgical removal of body tissue, and an oblation is an offering made to a god. Sleep is an offering to the god of oneself, and by sleeping in, one is making an ablation, making a cut, in the true nature of sleeping and life. They are cutting out valuable consciousness in return for false offerings to the spirit of oneself.
9: Finally, it is recognizing that it is an all-knowing and forever-present excuse to give up consciousness for such a reason when we only have a finite amount for all of eternity. Such an excuse is forever-lasting, forever cutting the time we have, and one is entirely aware they are making such a cut, even though they don’t feel as if they are—that is why it is such a tragedy.