Days into nights with the sun and moon in clandestine meetings behind the clouds. Nothing rests well nor bright on the meridian. Not since breaking dawn over an endless horizon flying above the rest of it all to cross planes of time.
Clocks matter not when the vision brains itself into falling between the darkness of days ending in Y. Keeping an eye on things only when those things are on the membrane of the eyelid is the best thing to do.
Bright night lights don't matter an hour in the middle of the day when it's all narcoleptic on blackout. Insomnia catches wind on the other end and the two play a few games. Chess only with pawns, draughts with pieces of the same colour or even a crossword puzzle with no clues.
Time is a bender.
Wednesday, 13 February 2008
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