Quiet interruptions

I was sitting on my fern enclosed porch, listening to music, drinking hot tea, as I usually am at 3am; the only light visible on the block comes from the two corner street lights, Sirius, and the cherry at the tip of my Marborlo Lights.

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The sun settled hours ago. I hear nothing. rethinking the same exhausting thoughts I waited the entire long, noisy, crowded day to revise- to resolve, the same thoughts i've been thinking night after night after night after night after night. they come right before my prayers. It's all a routine. I just let the cycle spin. Its goes on for hours if I let it.
 It's that lame movie you've seen countless times. You know each line and each scene so you accidentially drift into a pointless daze while it plays out again.

Sweet surprise.