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.
Very deep! I will have to think upon the meaning. Of course, I only had a few hours of sleep myself, so thinking might be difficult.
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I’m with you there. 🙂