A little so

It is now at the starry hour that the lights go out so that you can see within a little better. I wouldn't be able to do much otherwise if I didn't stop and wait for this twilight ravaging dawn, to then get the better of my given crepuscular realm, my very own transient beauty, my all so essential soulful mind and quiet text. I couldn't stay, I couldn't flee, couldn't try; that's all if you do ask and I must tell you.