At dusk the light begins to hide, on a crimson streaked blue sky. The night time curtain closes day as the sun begins to hide. The moon will rise to take a peak upon the far horizon, while beneath the shadows crawl the streets as the daylights left departing. Darkness closes on the world as we contemplate on sleep, and to our dreams our minds will fall, and our consciousness will slip. Some will rise and work all night, most to their beds will crawl. Some sit and watch dawns morning break, as the daylight shows its form. And all that’s then arisen after long closed eyes awake, illuminated to be seen without fear of mistake. Now feeling fairly certain after looking fairly deep: to see it all so clearly is to watch it all repeat.