As he brings out the shining album, its cover; a layer of dust underneath which lies an assortment of memories, that now seem as far as the stars on the barely solid sky that keeps leaking a new horror from its many tears. Holding it in front of his face he blows over the gloss and the dust fills the universe as it should. It reveals the lies of the day, absconding the darkness of the placid night. Hope settles with all the dust still hovering, around his face Until it rests again And the memories-- those treacherous leeches that mooch over the sanity of present-- scurry back to where they belong; Nowhere and Everywhere.