12:26

I am not asleep

I should

feel guilty.

 

My hair's a mess -

let down

by the day.

 

Naked

except for big pants

(the comfy kind)

I lie

skewered

on my bed

of words.

 

Something about

this time

gets me going:

sublime.

 

Night writing

obsesses

me into

restless,

writeful,

wakefulness.

 

No -

I am not asleep

I am alive

I am flowing...

 

seconds slip by

with ease;

not a single

one

counted.

 

Life's gone

in a second

in this place.

 

Life's here

in a breath

in this place.

 

Life is this place -

mounted on

 

this night,

these words.