2:00 am on 6/23

I wanted to read something to comfort me before sleep. Something about circling around again and finding the self in a tree branch.

How even in a dark room there’s a memory of reaching for a hand.

Searching, it was late. My eyes hurt from reading.

The knots said, come nearer.

I always knew they were vibrating orbs in numerical bodies, but I refused to look so many nights. Come closer, they said.

Look, and I create their lives. Look away, and they pass, almost as though lightning bugs were their other shells.

Entanglement, I thought, weighs more than a spirit, much more. And so I turned out the light.

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3 responses to “2:00 am on 6/23

  1. Gerry Boyd

    "..finding the self in a tree branch".

    "Entanglement, I thought, weighs more than a spirit, much more."

    Great lines. Bravo!

  2. Rena Priest

    I love this. Amazing. Amazing

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