10.
The moon rises up into the branches
hanging like an ornament
just for a while
and I know I should
put out the lights
breathe in
breathe out
burrow down under warm blankets
but I don't
because it's quiet now
and the time is mine
if only for the space to let my brain run free
without distraction
but it only takes minutes
for the electric hum of refrigeration
for a dripping faucet
for purring cats
to win
and so I seek solace under the moonglow
narcotic
lulling
hushed
and I stay until the cold begins to bite
I stay until the words come
I stay until there is enough stillness in my mind
to steel myself from the intoxicant night-serenity
and burrow down
finally
under warm blankets
breathing in
breathing out
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