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
Roman Ryan 