Insomnia
At three in the morning, I lie
awake staring out my window.
Hundreds of fireflies illuminate
the sapphire darkness of night.
Tiny blinking beacons, they
guide my thoughts outward,
away from the turbulence of
sleeplessness.
I marvel at God's ingenuity
and picture Edison (inspired
by nature) perfecting the first
practical light bulb.
Having not the inner workings
of genius, I drift off to sleep.
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