THE EXODUS

A sudden roar, and warring foots of sky Fog
Not like the mass movement...
The Israelis? I asked
Oh, I refer to the sudden departure of the night
The mass travel of mist...
And gathering of stars and the moon
To the ends of the day- night, growled the Cloud

Twilights is such I see to proceed
What? I asked and continued,
The nights' nigh and day's done?
But I see a massive procession
Of haze, mist and vapor
Marching on to the ends of the day
Blue fumes that indicates the
Vast lands left illuminated
A conglomeration and a trove to sphere else

Here-now is the hasty passage out,
A mass emancipation of the enslaved sky
Bound twelve stounds in dark rays
released and freed and led out by
The dawnlight: this is the Exodus
The cloud glared.