Noah's Ark

What if things are not what they seems, What if visions are incomprehensible dreams? You stare at the light source, through trio-finger matrix And confront radiant beams appearing as crucifix. You breathe deep within, expecting to locate, The apparitions - to reveal, with abated breath, In the grip of stupor, you move to trance, Curse upon you, dissolves, with mother protector’s stance. You search for an ark to shelter you from the waves, With time to arrive, that predictable percept craves, You question, the author of the spectacle, waiting unfurl, How to avert the catastrophe and protect the world, For He is the one who shields the nave, And prevents the eye from envision of your grave.