Slumbered scratching into a bedside notebook lying in darkness under a thick blanket of revelation Afraid that lamplight may blind these 3am eyes to the dim, wispy glow of mystical comprehension
Trusting that valued mysteries will later be deciphered from this barely legible scrawl of the night Refusing to squander such moments of divine lucidity captured in a poetic hand written outside the lines
Reluctant to wait until morning lest the light of day exposes a tenuous relationship to reality Causing rays of enlightenment to glance off its surface in beams of obscure and superficial logic