Written by: Sulyman Abdulmoomean Yitta

Within A ripping Soul
A feeling of loss in lore
Amidst the web of the whirling wind
On the eyes of the earth
Amidst the whirling wave
On the eyes of the seas

A soul emerging to grab
The edges of the complex world
It is growing and living in
To capture its entirety

The more it attempts
The more complex the word seems
That the ripping soul seems lost
Amidst thought about the whiling wind
Of the world