Sunset is always disturbing
Whether theatrical or muted,
But still more disturbing
is that last desperate glow
that turns the plain to rust
when on the horizon nothing is left
of the pomp and clamor of the setting sun.
How hard holding on to that light, so tautly drawn and different,
That hallucination which the human fear of the dark
Imposes on space
And which ceases at once
The moment we realize its falsity,
The way a dream is broken
The moment the sleeper knows he is dreaming.