two pillows and a destination

I christen this quickly, as I have a previous engagement with my nocturnal side. This time never comes soon enough, yet leaves well before it is asked to part. I pray I am present enough to let the neurotransmitters in my retina fire freely and without fear of the forthcoming light. When there is light, the process shuts down. How needed I know my time to exit confusion is, for I am one step out now looking back at my blindness. Although I cannot champion retrospect completely just yet, I can slowly severe still the by-products of my hurried nature. Maybe in the future, either near or distant, I will separate time and space, God and man, and look to myself as an inhabitant of all of the above. Then I can watch as each unfolds slowly.