Night flattens our ego
And we slump down on bed
Stiff and straight
Like a wooden plank
Or lie curled up
Like an embryo
Our eyes can't fight
The darkness of the night
And are shut down perforce
Breath seems the only sign
Of life in us
The day dispels darkness
And we rise like sphinx
With new vigour and vitality
As if born again
What are we?
We are what
The diurnal cycle
Lets us be.
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