Before the Day's Growing Fury

I resurface unhinged
From the frigid binds of regret
The surreal twirl of remorse
That plagues every moment of rest

Well before
The day’s primal glimmer
Where the headlights flare
Upon the frost-tinted windows

I’ve arrived
With nerves set a quiver
Awakened by the scourge
Of pitiless dark
As the flash and flare
Carefully graze my being

The drone of vigor
Of dedicated toil
Restores my mind
To its stagnant present

As the earth races on
Through the growing fury of day
I remain sullen and still
In fearful anticipation