DAY TO NIGHT
by Michael Langston

Light recedes behind tall trees;
  The evening sun is set.
Daytime sight and color flees;
  The night will soon be met.

The sky receives the night’s soft breeze;
  Its veil of blue is lifted,
Revealing skies that set minds free.
  A veil again is lifted.

Sense now spans the distant stars;
  The day has passed to night.
The world leaps out from short to far
  As if by gaining sight.

Sounds abound in dark and grey;
  The quiet of day is broken,
Revealing thoughts no words convey:
  Forever kept unspoken.

Building 7 collapsed straight down in a symmetrical manner at near free-fall speed. This only happens in a controlled demolition. Office fires do not produce temperatures hot enough to melt steel, yet evidence of molten iron was found in the rubble.