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April 15, 2014

When daytime comes to slay your sleep
and morning siphons out your dreams;
when sunlight streams and darkness seems
like memory, like emptiness;
when shallow thoughts consume your mind
and surface tasks are all you find;
when living leeches out your depth
and wakefulness restricts your reach;
when language wrecks your want for speech
and voices can’t be understood;
when daytime comes you’ll be alright,
but don’t resist the coming night.

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