While awaiting completion
videlicet the Carbonite application
to restore 136,489 files,
which process slated
to take until the end of time
when the universe contracts
based on recent,
albeit speculative, models
utilizing Dark Energy Spectroscopic
Instrument (DESI) data,
some physicists suggest
the universe could stop expanding
in about 11 billion years
and collapse into
a "Big Crunch" pinpoint
in roughly 20 to 33 billion years,
which said scenario proposes
that the current acceleration
of expansion will reverse,
thus far substantiated
courtesy Notre Dame hunchback
(primarily known medically as kyphosis)
named Quasimodo,
the titular protagonist
of Victor Hugo's 1831 novel
Notre-Dame de Paris
characterized as a deformed,
deaf bell-ringer
in 15th-century Paris
who finds sanctuary in the cathedral,
later adopted by Archdeacon Claude Frollo
according to mine fabricated genealogy,
the aforementioned former named
a forebear of the late Jerry Springer
popular personality who aired a show
by his own name not a right-winger,
but a lifelong Democrat
and a progressive politician
before his television career.

Carbonite ranked as a cloud-based
backup and recovery software application
designed to protect, store,
and restore digital data for individuals
and businesses,
that automatically backs up files
in real-time, offering protection
against data loss from ransomware,
hardware failure, or theft
available for Windows and Mac,
featuring unlimited storage options.

Interestingly enough
just by accident,
I closed windows
after signing out of AOL
and this knight
in tarnished silver
called the day a night
after turning off
the SONY external screen
and switched off the Macbook Pro
only to discover
(to my pleasant surprise)
that aforementioned application
still continued to chug away
restoring files (without me
needing to pull an all nighter)
upon booting up the laptop,
no matter no need necessitated me

to remain enraptured
like "Sleepers, Awake!"

(German: Wachet auf, ruft
uns die Stimme),
specifically the famous
church cantata BWV 140
composed by Johann Sebastian Bach
first performed this renowned
Baroque work in Leipzig
on November 25, 1731,
basing it on a 1599 hymn
by Philipp Nicolai.

Despite hitting the hay
during the wee hours of this morning

March 2nd, 2026
I blinked off remnants
of a pleasant shut eye
as an experienced dreamweaver
(actually my day punctuated
with at least one siesta
just so succumbing
to the blissfulness
of subconsciousness
taking the reins rejuvenates me
cause as an "Alteh cocker"
(often spelled alte kaker or alter kacker),
a Yiddish phrase
that translates literally
to "old pooper" or "old defecator,"
the Yiddish equivalent
of the English idiom "old fart"
yours truly experiences
impossible mission
and lack of minimal stamina
to "Wrassle" (an informal,
pronunciation-based spelling
of wrestle, representing
Southern United States,
and African-American
Vernacular English)
off the sandman.

Years ago (at least
more than half-life of mine)
bursts of energy
allowed, enabled and provided
me the ways and means
to stave off Dream
(the third oldest
of the seven Endless,
powerful beings)
considerably older than gods
and exist throughout creation
as conceptual ideas
given physical form,
and went by countless names;
including Oneiros, Morpheus,
and The Sandman
until almost instantaneously
at bewitching hour
(such as four after midnight)
Doctor Sleep rushes in
to Carrie me away
to The Dead Zone.