It's Bed Time.

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Which means life's just beginning.  I write in bed at night, most nights: vain thoughts with spirits piercing, invisible walls beyond the paper or screen...Writing's more than rhythmic.  It's a form of sagacity.  Never can it be undone.  Back and forth.  Forever.

Anyway,  this post was suppose to be 4 sentences long.  But, as usual. I ignore my own constraints. 

Let the jargon begin