Self-Isolation Hibernation
(Sonnet)

Be room womb tomb crypt coffin setting, bedroom confinement

Medusa pillow cement sleep epoxy transition

Whence days turn weeks, churning months in year ending positions

That pivot butt, lifetime prone, sitting on but posterior.

Too be ordained, “Monk of Poetry” of serf seclusion

Here one exists, no threat, upon set societal standards

Self-reflective invisible prison writing sessions

As sleep apnea breathes in life-force, Knight mare fairy tale.

Neigh be it to this poet to leave this place of self-exile

For to do so, will bring on Conservative judgement

And so long as one exists, poetic hibernation

They can censure sensor, all friends, family, followers.

Chinese perfected perfect invisible enclosure

Room womb tomb crypt coffin, sleep Medusa pillow closure.


HeArtMosphere Poet