Amphetamines for the Nervous System (Sleep Won the Battle) - Audio File

I have always treated sleep like surrender.This poem came from the point where exhaustion becomes ideology.Sleep will loom like a shadowScreaming about my abandonmentSleep will lurk and cast dreams over my daylightIt will take what it cannot get backI will always refuseMy body crumblesIt’ll lower the lightWithout asking its masterI’ll give sloth a solutionReplace it with precisionInstall a needle into my ecosystemThat votes amphetamines for meEvery few hoursStimulate instead of surrenderI will lie down once a weekIn a sarcophagusand pretend to be forgottenThe rest of it’s cycleMy casket shall remain openStudents once tried to evict sleepfrom its very genomeThey brought their own gears and toolssmall enough to fit into a pencilimportant enough to alter the futurethey were toldthis is not medicineIt is ideologyThey were the ones evicted insteadSleep won the battleAnd I still have to negotiate with my nervous systemSloth will call my unwavering obligationComplianceThank you for reading nocturne - this was rejected by a poetry publication. What do you think? Get full access to The House Still Exists at edenexempt.substack.com/subscribe