live off the land

A certain comic quality
pervades this morning’s naff despair—

fed parasitic fear                                                                                                                                       its irregular bowl of oats, chill milk &                                                                                                    mandolin banana after falling fast asleep in my dressing gown

being overly mindful of insatiable time—                                                                                                had a taste of dangerous society overnight and came out the worst of it.
Then I read this:

In my room the world is beyond my understanding;
But when I walk I see that it consists of three or four hills and a
Cloud—

Starling rest room words
Embossed on chivalric shields
whose Survivor Guilt glimmers, glints
Spangles, sparkles, twinkles
In the eyes of the thousand nights
Spent wrestling with myself
Legless on a hospital bed