Clarity

There is no moment so profound, nor any thought so clear
as that experienced while under the influence
of the second wind.


Light breathing from the bed, the generator across the road, the hum of my computer, and the strange stillness outside my window - I wonder if, because the world is sleeping, the awareness generally diluted across throngs and multitudes instead coalesces into my delirium.


There is no yes so twilight, nor any clarity so bold
as that and those and it brought forth
by the night's clairvoyance.


Very little of this will make sense /sane tomorrow.
I promise myself not to delete this when I see it through cogent lenses.