H.A.L.
Either you are sorting it out, or you are full of it.
I took you off the shelf and flipped through you quickly I swear I saw something in the pages Dark, deep and intriguing A note? A secret? An error? A confession? I’ve been reading through you ever since Looking for it
From all sides, from all heights, everyone throughout the world converges to catch a glimpse of you. On the pavement, through the cracks of buildings, they witness your golden glow. Others see you only briefly from their highrise conference rooms as you sink lower into pink. Others climb to the heights to behold even that final purple and blue of you as you fade slowly into the shining neon of the night.
H.A.L.