between midnight and dawn

That which binds us is our greatest key to liberation.

I keep watch with the early hours. Practice accounting of every description. In this early morning luminesence I cannot decipher red from black. The spectrum disintergrates into the slow ticking as time leaks from my clock.

A slow drizzle envelops the desert. Grey nomads and thunder clouds. A wet blanket cast across Autumn. We need more purification it seems.