Ellipses

By Nicholas Becher

I shift my gaze to the horizon

Stare into the blanket of blue paint coating the sky

Letting the monotony of the day

Sing like a choir of seraphs.

A spark ignites in the cortex

Of a lightning cloud

Inside my head

And I see for the first time

That the world is an epigraph

To the universe;

And these clouds are just ellipses

In the sentences of tomorrow.