I'm in the belly of the nighttime beast,
A dark and noiseless tomb.
Enjoying a long diurnal feast,
In its hemispherical catacomb.

I'm anaesthetised with pleasant dreams,
To allow its lengthy ruminations.
Digesting my days' new thoughts, it seems,
To satisfy its vast predations.

And then expelled back into light,
The beast having had its fill.
I'm awake, that is until tonight,
When once again slave to its will.