late night ramblings

Dreary, fog-wet mornings cause me to contemplate elsewhere-- where such happenings are the norm.  Seems peculiar, this strange weather.  Unheard of, uncharted, undecided.  Curiouser and curiouser and the rabbit hole winds down deep; mayas on the hips of some confused Goddess of indiscreet deeds.  Hours traipse past, unnoticed in their swinging glass... wonder where I'll land?, in this topsy-turvy mess I've made... triangulated in the northwestern-regions of my mind's eye, my heart's ache and my body's pulse.  Just wanting to say goodnight: a darkness whisper, a barely-breath, a soul caress.  Instead a muddled mess. Clacking of keys in the earliest hours of tomorrow, instead.