On becoming a night owl

On becoming a night owl..., no matter whether or not ya give a hoot especially after feeling super charged watching the second night of Democratic National Convention conclave ushering a hint of "Liberté, Egalité, Fraternité. Men and women are born and remain free and equal in rights. Social distinctions may be founded only upon the common good. Article 1 of the Declaration of the Rights of Man and of the Citizen (‘Déclaration des Droits de l’Homme et du Citoyen’) Yours truly (a poker face) exceptionally shy person as a little boy who maintained an inscrutable impassive expression that hid my true feelings similar to an adept card "Sharp" and "shark" born this way nocturnal chronotype. I dusk cover tenebrous dark shadows creeping closer along the edge of night punctuating the outer limits of the twilight zone, where something mist tickle and magical happens after the stroke of midnight during the wee hours of a dawning day. When morning hath broken tis time to prepare tea for the tillerman fifty plus shades of gray matter in mine noggin o' mine feels askew eyes wanna remain shut tight add teared with super glue bookmarking, dawning, and foisting wispy tendrils o' daylight curlicue wing analogous to fragrant aroma of barbecue said quotidian wake up calls could not gently assuage, bestir, boot cannot command.com, i.o.sys, nor msdos.sys me to arouse yours truly anew without fail generated abort, retry, and fail thus deadened to world wide web, I continued to remain dead, albeit "FAKE" robbed zombie, this inability to evince being bright eyed and bushy tailed not always true cuz, I remember myself as precious, hilarious, rambunctious... kid shew wing vital signs of life easily confused for screeching bat that flew out the portals of Hellenistic Hades wolfing down breakfast of champions, cereal, and then bidding cheery adieu to mother (during her prime mate ting years) dashing off (with two twisted sisters in tow) to board school bus, while said vehicle still in moe shun, bobbing up and down, (no app pell Le Cajun needed) excited to mingle amidst peers, especially Joe King even when afflicted with Dengue Fever, a slight setback eagerly awaiting new learning would ensue maintaining enthusiastic countenance never showing moue handy dandy dee moody blue affectation, yet buzzfeeding thru one grade after another with flying colors well..., not quite straight exemplary A's, B's, nor C's mine doting parents never made overissue regarding grades (mine hew wing, trending Xing past beginning of ABC – alphabet) nonetheless promoted, cuz momma and poppa did eschew the punishing impact, wrought courtesy repeated grade thus hopping, skipping, and jumping kangaroo simultaneously reed dully playing invisible didgeridoo until BAM, arising chipper as a lark became futile effort this yahoo suddenly feeling hijacked, lowjacked, whacked... numbskull metaphorically within by bamboo, nope remaining like stoned temple pilot doggone catatonic dunderhead screw loose wooden demeanor, when at some juncture switcheroo inside this body dielectric fleshy hue man, whereby he dozed off until...four after midnight, (or thereabouts) invariably entranced by practitioner of voodoo hok kood also tame a shrew wild horses couldn't drag me out of bed (been there... done that) even a slew of feral ponies quasi native - all muscle and sinew to Chincoteague, and/ or Assateague Islands, thus resigned myself maximizing energy particularly after using water loo when hunger pains drove acute ability with absolute zero effort yes believe me you such hyperawareness came to rescue writer's block - whew!