The Town Has Opened To The Sun. Like A Flat Red Lily With A Million Petals She Unfolds, She Comes Undone. A Sharp Sky Brushes Upon The Myriad Glittering Chimney-Tips As She Gently Exhales To The Sun. Hurrying Creatures Run Down The Labyrinth Of The Sinister Flower. What Is It They Shun? A Dark Bird Falls From The Sun. It Curves In A Rush To The Heart Of The Vast Flower: The Day Has Begun.