Ramble

by Winjer

It started with the itch
in the back of the brain
the late night depression
the why and what for
and what does it all mean
lonely three am
ticks by, as the temperature drops
and the dogs huddle in
the space heater
working overtime
the dizzying fatigue,
the itch it grows
morphing into fully-formed
thought vehicle
pushing the limits
of speed and coherence
bringing the night to
swing between
vertiginous heights and
depraved lows
in a matter of seconds
in sine wave fashion
lengthening and clipping
the peaks
bringing stuttering clarity
and half remembered thoughts