As the darkness envelops us,
As it squeezes its mighty hands,
around our place in time,
                                we walk,
We walk past houses, now hidden,
in shadows,
these normally knackered ruins if a bygone generation,
these mighty masses of human ambition,
as perfect as never before,
                                   transfigured,
The night has shone it's light,
these rows of perfectly particular placed plastic,
                                    perfect,
We walk to the end of the never-dwindling road,
Unobvious obvious opens before our eyes,
                                     It is all,
                                     as it should be,
The beauty of this moment,
                                      revealed