Work Ethic 

Life sleeps in each of us,
Bound over for tomorrow.
Tied every day:
A savage, waiting,
To flex his muscles and go free.

 As he is chained,
so are we all;
Yet free he will possess you,
hurl you,
in shuddering ecstasy
into the abyss.

 

1978

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