The Conduit

Sleep becomes the conduit that connects all humans.

A partnership in the dreams of shy giants.

Without it reality loses its precious weight;

Anorexic it becomes, malnourished and irrelevant.

No longer do we seek the morning's elegant mists.

Nor do night's lonely lights bring its sad discomfort.

We become the emptiness when sunshine cannot unveil.

We become lame ducks lined up for the harvest's slaughter.

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