three o’clock in the morning
the world is supposed to be quiet and still
but it’s not
music flows not in the serenity of the dark
but in the crowdedness of the world and probably
of my humming mind
I am wide awake
trying to at least create calmness in my imagination
perhaps I should turn off the lights
but still, I know it’s not there
the absence of the night, or the essence that constitutes night, is incredibly immense
where has it gone?
how can I get it back?