Sunsets are always disturbing
Whether it's gorgeous or impoverished
But even more disturbing
It's that last flash of despair
it makes the wilderness rusty
There's nothing left on the horizon now
The hustle and bustle of the setting sun
How difficult it is to grasp this tense and strange light
that's an illusion
Humanity's unanimous fear of the dark
impose it on space
it stops suddenly
When we realize its falsehood
like a dream shattered
When the dreamer learns that he is dreaming