Lasers

by the cbw

Dreams set on recycle
  Rinse, but not quite repeat

Corner, cornea: my eyes seem askew

Lost in mazes of my sub-
  Basement; flooded by torrential tears

A race is on but I overslept.

Step by leap by bound,
  I try to recover

If a penny was collected by
  Charon I’d be an unconscious
Millionaire and happy to remain
  Forever in the deep

My home is swiftly gone
  And too soon, however,

I am alone and awake.