Wow, Uriel ... I felt this poem so close to me while I read it ... well, I was kinda shocked. Your imagery is outstanding and it left me sad and confused when I finished. Then I read it again. Same reaction. You've done what a poet should do. Super.

Yes, the image is indeed intense, the evolution from the night's remains to day's hopes and back to the ominous falling of night is well done, the cycle does persist, "light floods the city plain drowning mendicants...dusk with its darkness freezes ambition" - there is an association we tend to have with light and its absence. Why is it the "crack heads...scum and bacteria" rise up in the darkness? Perhaps it's easier to maneuver, or easier to lose one's inhibitions...but the subjective truth? There is no difference. All the crack heads, all the scum, and all the bacteria of the world remain whether in night or day, societies diseases thriving on souls and not on dusks or dawns...as does HOPE for "new dreams to youth" remain in day or night - it is the perception that makes all the difference, and the ABSENCE or PRESENCE of our conscience that determines if darkness or light will eminate from within...a wonderful poem Uriel, very thought provoking.

the world is reborn every day when the sun's light is first shown...night conceals even the most visible truths, you can be anything at night especially if you are not seen...maybe people are more human, their innate nature, when the light (truth) is hidden or gone...i really like the way this poem makes me feel, even if it isnt for the most positive reasons...good flow...i also agree with jack powers...less words might make it be that much better...great write! ~JPP

...ahh, uriel, everything everybody else said that was good and if they said anything bad, shame on them...great poetics and congrat-u-lay-shun...great work...peace, chaz