Under the dusk, of the city lights. The starlings are wailing, forth right. Up above the city lights, and beyond, their wailing is heard, out right. From thousands of birds their coarse sounds, are lifted upright. They light a fire of dense electricity a monotony that does not go away. Soon the morning will come and the birds will fly away with the dawn. This cycle of life, will repeat it's self over and over and humans know it's right. A fire brand in the complexity of life.