The end of the line

When the thoughts come
Rushing, running down the line
Synapses firing at the finale of the fireworks
Do you get up?

Leave the warmth and security of the bed
To catch the wave
That even now is crashing on the shore
Dissipating in the white foam of memory

I’ll remember, I lie
Knowing it’s a lie
And not caring. Lost in the warmth
And fantasy of sleep to come

Where do these thoughts go
If you fail to wrestle them to paper?
Is there a giant vat of answers
To which they return?

Or do they ride the neural train
To the end of the line
Departing the station with the thin crowd
Tired from a hard day’s work?

About Katherine J. Scott

Welcome to my website and blog. I am a writer and librarian interested in historical fiction. My works in progress include a trilogy about a stonemason from Elizabethan England and a novel loosely based on the Hunt of the Unicorn Tapestries housed at the Cloisters in New York.
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