'ways of Rays'

Sixth day, hexagonal Hour; is the Light still ours? Philanthropic rays, suits who sooty Ways? beaks a Grain of rice, is it true what the caw says? lazy Pigeons cling to their pillows, Chameleon and doves stand in one row; Who knows, cage who the Sparrows? tungsten filament in the womb of twilight Raven, pebbles been stones until brims the tavern; Oil in the lantern, clocks in kiosk coo Eleven. Still an hour left, for Shadows to hide hues Theft; is it still an hour left, for Hands to unite in with off debt. 090520