TINY THINGS, argument with self

I can't explain this. I was going to bed but stopped to write Tiny Things down because I love the word tiny. Then this happened and I couldn't stop. So I made it shorter.

TINY THINGS

What is the tiniest thing you ever saw?

Something I could I discern with my naked eye?

A grain of sand doesn’t count.

An ant’s footprints?

An ant doesn’t leave footprints. How about the tiniest sound?

A tiny star that disappeared when you blinked?

No. That’s not a sound, that’s a sight.

But what if it made a sound.

It would take eons before it got here, You’d be dead before it arrived.

Well, what if it got going eons ago? And just landed on earth?

Did it speak a language you knew?

I didn’t hear it. What if it said help?

It would be too late.

And too far away to help?

Right. Good night now.

Help.Like yelp. Or pelt.

No, pelt and help don’t rhyme.

Yes they do.

No they don’t. You are very contrary tonight.

I am not.

Yes you are. Go to sleep.

I looked up sleep in the dictionary of Indo European roots today.

What did it say?

I don’t know. I got distracted by scrotum on the other page. I looked that up.

What did that come from.

I forget. Leather pouch or something.

You forget everything. Forget I asked you anything.

I already did.

Discern was a very grown up word for you to use.

I am smart at night.

It’s late, go ‘to sleep.

I already am asleep. Which one of us am I?

You’re me.

Oh. I need to take my socks off.

Oh for heaven’s sake. Close your eyes.

They are closed.

Well stop thinking.

I never think. I just have thoughts. Thinking is different.

We’re getting to the bottom of the page.

But it’s single spaced. Lots more room.

It’s already two pages..

I have to take my other sock off.

Go to sleep.

I already am asleep. Which one of us am I?

You’re me.

And I’m you?

Go to sleep.

But I’m not finished.

Shhhhhhhh…

I guess I’ll leave the other one on.

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