barely the night no more

5am Doggerel

Those who do from headache suffer
Find that there is a kind of torture
For which no accountable charge is given
Merely synaptic whim and some deep in-
Grained malfunction of the cereberum,
Laying waste the capactity to think, dream,
Sleep, desire, feel like one of the chosen
Many; know when the time's ripe to batten
Down the hatch and wait for kinder
Hours to come cradle the matter
Which makes up your mind, and knows
Too that kinder hours will come, a propos
Of nothing; just the workings of time,
The cessation of pain, the end of the line.