Towers at Dawn.

Worlds beneath the stars that shelter, darkness from the day, beneath the shadows of the light, beneath the right of way. Beneath the moonlit past in flight, beyond the planets space, the comets streak upon the curtain strung before its face. Upon its presence questions sight, upon the answers read, upon the form of knowing and upon the words we’ve said. Upon the scattered brilliant past, upon the futures filed, upon the chest to recommence the daylight in the wild. Upon the mantle candles set, the shades to be defined, in flickering the wick will write in steps to the inclined. Upon the study, depth will weigh, upon the time it spans, upon the message of ascent in sunrise that expands.