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Dust settles then rises slowly on the breezes of bat’s wings Sunset fades and midnight skies paint the water with an ebony lacquer The Earth wakes as artificial lights flicker and die Edge of darkness when will my mind start to lead me right? The moon travels wavering, spilling silver cream into the sky The night slinks across city skylines A dull grey replaces the darkness Eyes open close, open, close, blink, sigh Shaky morning fog spreads dawn among clouds of mist Echos of human shells Bright metal to piece the pinkness of a grey morning Full cycle until the sun Until the sun yawns above the horizon.