wide_eyed_night bespeckled why is't that while the night progresses in it's course of darkness aiming toward light, all words and sounds, emotions and feelings are heightened to an intense pitch that will throw you from your seat and slap tears in your eyes and love on your back like a burdensome monkey? Why wisdom and truth and beauty and love and heartbreak and inner peace and understanding? Why intensified? Why magnified and suddenly - as calm ensues - digested, and nodding obligingly, understood and accepted? Why ticking of the clock affect the width of the entrance to our brains and hearts? Why night usher in a silent, appreciative understanding of paper clips and wooden desks and words like "poet, smile, lead," and "try?" Why not a time when all is still bring peace and a facade of enlightenment - that - once dawning like a sparkling gift from Heaven, dissolves while rest o'ertakes our ponderings, and grinds them to ash in air by morn? Why not a majestic light descend with the moon, to ascend with the rising sun? Bring on the moon, dread not the sun, for with it brings the promise of another wide-eyed night. 021104 ... ever dumbening lurking Why ticking of the clock affect the width of the entrance to our brains and hearts? Why night usher in a silent, appreciative understanding of paper clips and wooden desks and words like "poet, smile, lead," and "try?" awesome 021105 ... Soma It was 100% a demon loosed from the hells. Bursting forth from the icy blue depths into a blood red birth. 240309 what's it to you? who go blather from