8pm

The night came faster than the day deserved;
Faster than the sun itself went down.
Spacetime, they tell us all in class, is curved;
Today it curved itself into a frown
And in that grimace shed the lazy day
Putting on instead the busy night
Whose sudden beams flash out into the gray
Not giving, as the sun would do, much light
But dazzling, and warning. In the dark
There is a danger wet and wild and fierce
Exposed with every sudden dizzying spark
That seeks the insubstantial murk to pierce.
And in that frowning danger we see naught
Except the murk itself, for we are caught.