Daylight arrives no new suprises

Time rewinds like a clock in mind

The eyes are numerals

The hands always point away

The sky awry as the sun rises

With light to spill

It always will be somewhere to see

From where else would that light have to flee

Only moving fast and moving far

Relative depends on where you are

Is just the same as where you used to be

Perhaps it is what is it not

Or how the moonlight spies

In numerals of eyes...