after dreams have faded into general feelings and vague details taunt you from the other side of epistemological access.
joy in the mornings dark anticipation, stoked as the morning rain. falling, we fall. fortune finds us unwinding the nest of protection surrounding the outer walls we've built. when will true communication be allowed to prosper, when will we be free from our own defilement?
now. in these dark hours of emerging light, bring peace, bring an empty mind, bring being.
See you threre