Insomniacs find solace at dawn,
With the astral firework
Celebrating their triumph over the natural urge
Towards the deadening of the unnatural mind.
We have fought back the tides of fatigue
To attempt a clearer understanding
Through hazy mind
Of our entrusted domain.
We are the gatekeepers,
Having sacrificed the sweet temptation
That less-lived men call dreams
In favor of a seemingly eternal time share.
Fear of oblivion and the seduction of mirage-truths
Call us into the starry sanctum
Wrapping a dark blanket of eternity
Around our uninterrupted timeline of self.
Continuity serves as the cure
For the rampant virus
Of compartmentalizing
Day to day life.