The Number Eight
Can’t sleep
My night fades into
The bright numbers
Of a digital clock
I make coffee
Which at this time of night
Feels good
As it slowly rolls down my throat
Beginning with a single thought
Ten thousand follow
Thoughts
That make no sense at all
All the while
I stare at the brightness
Of a digital clock
And suddenly realize
The number eight
Is brighter
Than any other number
In the darkness
Copyright © Cj Krieger | Year Posted 2011
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