As the night darkens and men drop in slumber.
Quiet, I know the cacophony of generator sound and the heavy air bearing the residue of today's heat do not help the situation but you cannot take away the stillness of nightlife.
Perhaps, the many troubled souls of men now subdued in their earth suits deep in minor deaths all around called 'sleep' or the shutting down of machines and all the artificial things we load the earth with have caused this stillness, the alternate power sources notwithstanding.
Whatever the case may be, perhaps heaven is less burdened at this hour and the traffic of inspiration is clearer than usual.
Meditations at jet speed and heavens as ever, wide open.
I approach
Without these hours, I should be dead, perhaps.
That's the sweetness of night.
Approach!>
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