words... skitter ...flit
across my mind
but they are ..flighty
little blighters
and i cannot ..grasp.. them

scrabbling... whickering
secretive.  things far..to
agile ....for the sluggish
...nature ...i bring... to bear
with me today..

i had hoped, it was just
a need for stimuli, coffee,
or an intelligent conversation
...but.... it appears not.

i have had ....copious amounts of the former
and am... still struggling to find a.. smidgen ..of the latter
(in honesty, i am not holding up my end, of the disementary
discourse association, with aplomb either.)

i ...fear sleep deprivation... is the ...ultimate ..victor of
                    ....this day doings.

and... i ...slave to the clock ..........plodding... on through....
dreary and disconsolate ...until it has wound....
it's ticking hands....
     .....      .....      down to
the final ....moment···

tick, tick, tick, and so on··÷
and so forth~·~