Drabble: A Journal Entry (30 Dec 1893)

Today had two cups of Correspondence Coffee back to back … I saw the sigils right before me! Not out of the corner of my eyes! And they arrayed to form a poem—or perhaps my mind arrayed them so. A poem of sorts, at any rate ... or not really a poem, but that is the closest word I have for what it was. I wrote it down but just before I finished, I passed out. When I woke, the paper I wrote the 'poem' on was burned up and I could not recall any of it. And now I have a horrid headache.