When sleep enters the body like smoke and man journeys into the abyss like an extinguished star that is lighted elsewhere, then all quarrel ceases, overworked nag that has tossed the nightmare grip of its rider.
Nelly Sachs (1967). “O the Chimneys: Selected Poems, Including the Verse Play, Eli”, New York : Farrar, Straus and Giroux
