A small point (at the top of the hill,
As though in brief rehearsal, And spilling dimensions down, A drumbeat quaquaversal), A fine line (a universe Whose love and tunes are avid, A star, a nebula,a galaxy, A planet, bursting, gravid), There is the will of the eagle, There is the will of the snake, (The dragon, the unicorn, The serpent in the lake), A worm slithers from the earth, It is invested with mind, With rightness and might, And grows white and kind, Or the stork descends and drags Its claws in the mud, The heavens braid, the desert Creatures flee the flash flood, The fennet fox, the kangaroo rat, You can hear them scrape, The sage and scarlet bugler Drape across the landscape.
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Yaacov David Shulman
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