A vexation is such,
that restless constant.
I shall be to decide,
forced between inky darkness utter.
And an all encompassing
particle piercing brightness.
Radiating like some demented beacon,
into night's insomniaic depths.
The conundrum lies within
an apparent phenomenon...
Where three sentences paradoxically,
seem equal to atleast three hours
of tedious sleep deprived dialogue.
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