What sky?
In half-light
this umbra moves;
'Tis not the sun we're waiting for
but the moon!

Ecliptic: Darkstar, Blacksun; Moonlight.
Amp up the equinox/Tryp through the solstice.
We'll make it through to this apocalypse.

I yearn for a disclosure of knowledge, that's all I meant by it/this.