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.

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