Tuesday, April 21, 2009
4am
It's nearing 4am, and the sounds of the house amplify. I can hear that raspy breaths of my roommate, and the tick tick tick of the clock. The dog stirs and I am aware that life occurs on multiple levels. The bracken laced whir of the refrigerator ceases, and I wonder, truly wonder, if it is keeping the eggs cool enough. These are the thoughts of my insomniac brain. I weigh the world against the angels on the pinhead. I see them so clearly at times. They frolic and dance as we do. We who exist on this speck of dust neath a giant's thumbnail.
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love it, especially these lines: "The dog stirs and I am aware that life occurs on multiple levels," and and "I wonder, truly wonder, if it is keeping the eggs cool enough". The commonplace can be so fascinating, even to the point of keeping us up at night... And then you end with something really metaphorical, an abstract image. You're reader is right htere with you, quiet but restless at 4am. I'm all yours on Sunday
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