EVERYDAYS ETERNAL: DYBBUK MASQUE XCVIII

Oil on canvas.

A PLAZA AWAITED HIM Beyond the columns.

Its surface was tiled with Interlaced spirals Of white and black glass.

Thousands of the city's lost souls Were congregated here

Positioned along the black coils With geometric precision

Like moths beguiled by light.

They appeared to be of all ages and walks of life Yet a common purpose bound them.

For they stood perfectly still and silent With their arms raised Their faces tilted toward the sky.