Insomnia’s 4am haiku-like substance
Flesh never knows where
the spirit goes or perceives
what the spirits sees
This morning at 4am, those words formed a song in my head, the song became a round. After looking at the time (and saying a few words I’d rather not repeat), I made the mistake of trying to go back to sleep again.
A mere 1 1/2 hours later (3 days…if calculated on insomnia time) I fired up the computer, made a cup of hot tea, fixed a quick breakfast, and wrote down the words.
Were the words worth writing down? I’m too tired to rationally answer that question.