The Farmhand

Picturesque starlit skylight

By day I dream, by night I write

And long to take the raven’s flight

Bespectacled in lights so bright

Where I surmise she may devise

Some semblance of the dawning’s rise

With me in mind, as I abide

By time’s fair-weather friendly guise

Alluring in enduring youth

Rebel like hell, but fear no truth

Resist temptations to reboot

The formal matrix agent suit

Out here among the simple folk

The cattle driven burden’s yoke

As I the boy who pride bespoke

Still rolls his mortal boulder joke

Awoken once again to end

The sullen reveries I’ve penned

Behind these compound walls defend

The powerless to my will bends