Fortyeight minutes past midnight

Twigs as wings on bone shoulders, with cotton balls/ feathers unripe/ forsaken flight.
(a photographic image of a girl standing in front of bare branches)

- "everything is illuminated"
(a thought-provoking answer)

I tried not to wonder but the attempt has rendered me sleepless. I think about not thinking and it has made me think even more. What made me happy has now made me sad.
(irony)