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.