a toggle in the hypothalamus
which flips to fog you into slumber –
put you under
– undermine whatever
keeps you in
the active grasp of conscious living’s strain: exacting
your obedience
to an expedient
immersion in
the vat of its luxuriouslysoporific stain. It keeps you sane.
It’s gained
through the beneficent
release of
some availing molecule called ATP. ATP’s okay by me.
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