The moment before the sun rises.

The second before …day breaks open your all.

Thoughts that ring true.

The moment the clock strikes 12.

Moon signals.

Noon signals.

Smokescreens.

I no longer look for time. Time seeks me.

So connected to the screen our eyes are now fraught with seeing double.

Angel numbers pop up if as if our eyes are magnetized in pairs.

11:11… 1:11…2:22…3:33…4:44…5:55…

It’s now all about synchronicity.

Whether you believe or not evidence is there.

To be seen and not heard. It’s absurd.

Yes we see it all happening in real time.