I’m absolutely humbled by those words. I’m not a poet normally, though sometimes the mood strikes me and I give it a go.

This started as a sonnet I think, but I wanted to keep going and I don’t have much concern for the technical correctness of it; it feels like it has the right structure for what it is.

I’m glad you find the meaning of it ambiguous. I stepped away from it feeling the same thing, though at the same time it felt finished. I really don’t want to sound pretentious because I’m completely basic when it comes to poetry!

I think it’s about seeking a higher form of existence but not being able to give everything we need to give in order to get it.

For some or no reason I was researching Jewish conceptions of Heaven, and I think the name Araboth seemed itself so lyrical that I wanted to write something about what it could be, and what it could mean for a striving but very much struggling human race.