not in the

middle of the

night but around five

pm, maybe

it creeps in, unnoticed.

just a breath, really, at

first.

you're busy scanning monthly reports while sipping

too milky coffee. 

then footfalls 

heavy as a whisper, 

you haven't noticed yet as

you drive home, humming along

with the radio's top forty

it coils

around and digs and pricks

so you know something is here

as you wash in the 

shower but it's not till 

you sleep that it's

deep, deeper, till it pierces, till it screams 

and finally you

see.

And you wake up next morning

with an

idea 

to change the

world that

came to you in

your sleep.