If the scariest beast,
- from the perch of distance -
Is but a speck. -
Then the epiphany is an ellipse:
It thrusts t’wards the future...
and signifies...what’s missed

So follows that a star -
Allumed -
Is not a void but sun.
Orange in the afternoon:
oblivion overcomes
The obscene Phoebus

And yet, the Sun’s enemy
Evil as it be,
Still eats the fruit made in Eden’s garden.
What is the truth, I ask thee?
For language masks the meaning,
That you intend to see.


But you do not...


Or do You?