I drill myself a hole in the day
a deep sleep had engulfed my consciousness
piled up to nowhere
taking over the power
of the now when and where
I drill myself a hole in the day
my memory returns
waking up is a miraculous process
drifting between death and life
my first cup of coffee
valuable time is again handed to me
Oeke Kruythof
Jenny Narraway translation/transcreation