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Sleep oft colludes with night, Pulls wool over my eyes— By announcing itself anon On my station's platform. Evermore delayed to reach this vessel, It refuses to hypnotize a compliant patient Despite the dated rituals performed For slumber to thrive— Prayers chanted in your name, Darkness donned in your chase, Silence kept vigil, sung as lullaby, Consciousness sacrificed for your gain Yet you refuse to sway me in my cradle, Yet I lay squirming on your saddle, Incapacitated by thoughts—untenable Enslaved for their cause—unassailable Many a sleepless nights were my penance; Upon which, one of sleep's commandments bequeathed... To sleep—toil to reach the summit; Inhale the thinned air Exhaled by a content-shaped mountain.
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Nov 21, 2018
Nov 21, 2018 at 6:01 AM UTC
Sleep oft colludes with night
Sleep oft colludes with night, Pulls wool over my eyes— By announcing itself anon On my station's platform. Evermore delayed to reach this vessel, It refuses to hypnotize a compliant patient Despite the dated rituals performed For slumber to thrive— Prayers chanted in your name, Darkness donned in your chase, Silence kept vigil, sung as lullaby, Consciousness sacrificed for your gain Yet you refuse to sway me in my cradle, Yet I lay squirming on your saddle, Incapacitated by thoughts—untenable Enslaved for their cause—unassailable Many a sleepless nights were my penance; Upon which, one of sleep's commandments bequeathed... To sleep—toil to reach the summit; Inhale the thinned air Exhaled by a content-shaped mountain.
Dostoevsky
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34/M/India
Nov 21, 2018
Nov 21, 2018 at 6:01 AM UTC
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