The people of the half-light

Poem:

Out of their houses they mill
And on to the streets

One group to the east gate
One group to the west
This town has many gates
Many doors and portals

They open the gate, peering out
They see the vast immensity
      Unfurled before their eyes
They shut the gate quickly
Recoiling in fear

They walk across town
To try again there
At the end of the day
They return to their homes

Tired and hungry
Ready for sleep
To get up the next day
To repeat the same play

What a town is this?
What a city of madmen!