Sometimes

In the restlessness of night

I forget I have a body

I am purely electric

Running off reserves long wasted

I go to college

And ask the most wonderful questions

And I am the best student

And I am funny

And bright

And glowing

Then I am eight years old again

Having a conversation with a best friend

I wish my voice box had felt

And somehow

Long ago and future memories

Are real

Activated by some ethereal whisper of mind butterflies

That float around

Illuminating the darkest shadow beings

And bringing to life the ever-wishes

Knives cannot hurt me

I am too fast for their swiftness of sharp

The echoes they sound are but mirrors

Of the quiet anxiety that finds me here

In the dark

Alone

I am the light

I realize

As my voice carries my mind into a dimension

Known only to the sleepless blunderers

That find solace in the blinding white of their channel, the Word Document

Highest praise to wanderers of night

They travel into deeper caverns than any hero could know

They babble and ramble and tounge-twist into their slumber

For their eyes,

They do not tire