Light Adjustments by Mat Schetne 08

I can’t sleep until noon.
There is no reason, other than
it is impossible. Life is born at
dawn. “Let there be light”
said God.
My inner Adam obeys,
everyday. Everyday Genesis 1, 2, 3
is played. The light is good. I am created.
Her shadows are long. I am loved.
I love. The light is brighter.
I betray.
I am indifferent. I am naked.
The light is blinding. I thought it was good.
I clothe, exit Eden,
the world considers me, under that light.
They like me. I stand on my shadow.
Everyone likes me, shadow smothered under shoe.
But they don’t know me, they sleep
right through me.
I am dead before 11,
and they sleep till noon.