Early Wake

It was simple then an early wake,
A pulling pushing morning mayhem,
The sleep kill my sudden urge to drop,
To steer into the dream I owned a few ago,
Thrown into a new world nested and nailed down,
And stories which whistle silence send shiverings,
Like stripping blankets no security but a sudden turn,
From the warm womb now uncovered the exposed flesh,
I uncover my disorder unclear where it goes or plumes,
Yet what will be may cast that ever present day,
In which the Goddess Myth will not hear my echoing call,
The call which for absent friends will fire the first round of life.