4:56 AM

this is one of my favorite things i have ever written.

i wrote it in august 2008.

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Five o'clock in the morning: I am born.
Every word I see has double-meaning and
every idea is a chain reaction. Remembering
things not fit for any other time of day
or night, (I count the seconds before the sun
breaks into my world, a vast orb of indifference;
always there.)

In a haze, I think of what it's like
to dream when you know it will come true-
I have become the patterns and solids,
intricate against each other, layered over
the world. Everything is laced together.
The trees hold hands outside my window,
whispering to me in silent breaths.

Can I describe the lonely feeling
of being everything
with no one to witness the rise?