Cosmic stingray reaches,
but the farthest minds are incomplete.
Ensconced like lions in a den,
enclosed like Snow White envelopes.
The letterhead reached it’s zenith,
The clock’s melting fast in the sun.
Ara- Aramaic forgiveness
The desert is there, here there’s none.
And nothing’s complete without ending
the shadows flow into the light.
Our city besieged, and I swear that
The arrows have pierced through the heart.
The work incomplete on the table,
the manuscript rotting with age.
The candlestick lit and flaming
silently speaking to us.