The ticking of the clock conforms all of time . . . .
Alone with the monotony of the night,
I take pleasure in the time before daybreak
Those predawn hours lost in perforated slumber
Mundane moments mislaid in the slightness of sleep.
As a slight radiance arises far away on the horizon,
The light announces the impending dawn . . . .
A measured accordance in the universe sustained.