Up Late



Writing by the glow of my laptop, drifting, dozing, losing track of time, like being in a dream or waking within one; darkness like mayhem, my thoughts somewhere lost—

I gaze at the pale, thin slice of crescent moon, tipping, dripping over the edge;
a character stirring my imagination, speaking to me, yes—
reminding me to redress the morning with the assurance of soft, ever-present light.


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