I woke up just now
from a dark night of fitful dreams,
with that post title
sparkling in my field of view
like the brilliant arabesque
of a still subtle,
but waxing crescent moon.
Gazing upon it now
in the glare of the monitor's phosphors,
and marveling at its scythe-like edge
of simple truth and logical precision,
I happily return to bed
and the night's leisure,
already looking forward to the sublime pleasure
of fleshing it out tomorrow,
and prick-popping
with its sharp and pointy end,
Gloria's Bangsamorostan balloon!
