Beautiful dawn.

Approaching the night.

Ponder upon the orange light; that fills

My room and bleaches my mind.

Feel my kindred

Bleary-eyed

Wonders -

Lost souls to the demons of sleep,

Whilst I and my disciples pace the street.

Cleansing light displays my rights to madness

But purity removes the sadness

That leads me to walking alone.

My hangman’s noose

Is the wire of the telephone.

The pure morning is a friend indeed.

22/03/06