and silently we stir
wrestling, yearning
we push out of turn
nocturnal and tireless
we ravage your rest
poking and nudging
with arrogant zest
like grenades
we throw questions
worries strike undeterred
all pressing matters
we demand to be heard
sunrise may save you
we loathe the day's light
but return we will later
when you turn out the light
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