Insomnia’s 4am haiku-like substance

Florida sky in winter

Flesh never knows where

 the spirit goes or perceives

what the spirits sees

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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.