Silent glowing circle of night resolves to day; violet morn skies.
Electric soul organ harmonizing with the screaming winds, gentle breezes and the sounds of morning rousing the keepers of solitude.
I see reflections of myself in pools of dirty water. How could it be that I remain after a night that took me so far from here?
Spoken words echoing through hazy confusion.
I amazed remain silent watching illusions vanish then reappearing smearing God’s Abstract.
The representations of the One Whole.