11:58 On A Tuesday
This cold dark night. I can't sleep. Nor hold a coherent thought. The
light. Across my sleeping room. Shining through the silken curtain.
Beyond the grass, and under the walnut tree. It shines. The light.
light. Across my sleeping room. Shining through the silken curtain.
Beyond the grass, and under the walnut tree. It shines. The light.
12:03 on a Wednesday. I still can't sleep. Progress, says it's
tomorrow. Sanity says it don't matter.
I'm inclined to believe the ladder. I could suck my thumb and dream;
if I could.