Swear to consciousness, middlenight Spell the a.m. with the last letter of The timeline, before common error We had it, the dreamy butterfly, But upon awaking it was a flock of birds Unjustly borne upon the winds of Now to the eclipse reality, where the moon Blotted out the face we thought we owned As the I shattered into lashes Brows raised to take in the new Way things are, to be is no longer a Question for the skeptic, darkness can Exist at any middleday While we continue to search For the end of the stars