Syzygy

Succinct in thought for one day, despite choosing rest

Some spirit of insurrection governs my night.

Gaseous alchemy of the chamber with pest

Circumscribing disquietude being alight,

We epitomize in the insufferable

Little spec hovering alien—thriving in

My domain—no respite. Vowing to bring it pain,

Therefore sleep eludes you, as blood keeps me alive.