I am, by nature, a night owl.
I can do the early morning thing, go to work, make stuff happen, even write in the a.m. if I force it to be so. But night, the witching hour, that’s when I thrive & the magic happens.
According to this article, IQ average and sleeping patterns are most definitely related.
I guess I’ll believe the study. All I know is that something special awakens inside me when the stars are out.
Who are my fellow night owls? (Who may not read this until nightfall. :D)
What lingers on the other side of nothing?
What squirms in the pit
Where blackholes dump their trash?
Spew their collections?
Bury their loot?
Where the universe spills over its edge
Colors hum there
Into new music, novel mist
That random place where anti-dust & anti-heat
Implode & churn out anti-light
Anti-matter springs, unfolds
Anti-worlds & anti-words
Ante up in the anti-space
Where Auntie Em looks down in black & white
Swabbing the head with an anti-rag
Dipped in antique water
Anti-thoughts in the anti-mind
Swim around in the anti-time
Where far & near are upside down
Anti-pulsars spin around
The anti-wormholes are antebellum
Anti-war & anti-peace
Anti-teeth in anti-jaws
Speak anti-rules & anti-laws
While living anti-true & false
Pooling up & cooling down
In the land where life creates itself
To shake the known with quasar-quakes
On the inside of everything