Fragmentarium

Awake, staring at purple night clouds from eleven until closing on two. Binoculars used for stars.
The faintest of glimmers of which could just be seen through cloud holes in an eigengrau sky.

They say 'good, words express self' but did I, did they? Unwilling to sleep and unable to be meaningful.

A clap against the ear with a firm flat palm, now a whisper in that same ear. You cannot resist by resisting, only by counter-programming.