conscious, eyes closed.
leave them that way, it is Sunday.
A plan-free sun day.
Silent and dark.
Silent, listen to bells once, or another time.
Open the eyes after all, a glimmer of light from the window, filtered by the hops grown in pots in the yard. And stay awake, the hops and malt last night have taken over the system, will allow no sleep.
The cat purring like a machine, a moving foot causing excitement
The bathroom, and see that it is six in the morning, and that it is brighter outside now, and there is cloud. Get the machine, sit down in the silent sitting room, look at the blank area on the screen.
good news from a tree monster,
Suddenly, a sting off of the nerves from all over the chest, disorientated eyes unfocused, panic at the pain pinching consciousness to a single point in the upper body.
a kind of heartache.
Back to bed, and sleep well until ten in the morning.
A reward for a half night sleepless, silence in the mind.
Up at ten, a steady silence, cold coffee. all are awake, the son surreptitiously doing something on the computer in his room, behing closed doors. A twelve year old, learning his latin, and supporting his computer craze at the same time.
There is a sound of a crowd outside the window, a crowd passing on the way to church, or passing on the way to look at the jugglers and conjurors all over town playing their tricks, playing music, it is the international buskers festival day today, people everywhere, amplified sounds, amplified music.
And tinnitus`s hiss a noise like a dunce cap, over the head, an invisible invincible dunce cap.
A cat and a dog, a cat of no breeding and a saint Bernhard dog.
A picture, or maybe just twee kitsch for a coffee mug.
leave them that way, it is Sunday.
A plan-free sun day.
Silent and dark.
Silent, listen to bells once, or another time.
Open the eyes after all, a glimmer of light from the window, filtered by the hops grown in pots in the yard. And stay awake, the hops and malt last night have taken over the system, will allow no sleep.
The cat purring like a machine, a moving foot causing excitement
The bathroom, and see that it is six in the morning, and that it is brighter outside now, and there is cloud. Get the machine, sit down in the silent sitting room, look at the blank area on the screen.
good news from a tree monster,
Suddenly, a sting off of the nerves from all over the chest, disorientated eyes unfocused, panic at the pain pinching consciousness to a single point in the upper body.
a kind of heartache.
Back to bed, and sleep well until ten in the morning.
A reward for a half night sleepless, silence in the mind.
Up at ten, a steady silence, cold coffee. all are awake, the son surreptitiously doing something on the computer in his room, behing closed doors. A twelve year old, learning his latin, and supporting his computer craze at the same time.
There is a sound of a crowd outside the window, a crowd passing on the way to church, or passing on the way to look at the jugglers and conjurors all over town playing their tricks, playing music, it is the international buskers festival day today, people everywhere, amplified sounds, amplified music.
And tinnitus`s hiss a noise like a dunce cap, over the head, an invisible invincible dunce cap.
A cat and a dog, a cat of no breeding and a saint Bernhard dog.
A picture, or maybe just twee kitsch for a coffee mug.
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