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73,000 years ago, an artist
Painted ocher lines on a rock. He didn’t see Frans Hals, But something made his eyes unlock.
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A Higgs boson becomes a proton,
But you are always who You are. You decide where to go And you switch from car to car. Gather the sunflowers and press them
For their oil. It is not at all Like the sun itself, whose roaring Light holds the quarks in thrall It takes a lot of work, it’s not
Just standing on the roof, to gain Wisdom, it takes veins and arteries, It takes a horizontal plane, It takes a city grid including Plane trees and maple seeds, It takes the center of a planet, A patient sage amidst the Medes. The center of the computer flashes Signals to the motherboard, Outside, a shadow passes, and The rain begins, the scent stored In the grass and sidewalk spreads, And the light seeps through the cloud, Till the jittery raindrops cease And you’re silent in the crowd. The bird is afraid to lay an egg,
It is afraid it will not lay A roc or a phoenix. It wants a chick That will fly above the Milky Way, It does not want a chick that will fly North instead of south, ignore Magnetic fields of force, fly Away from peace and into war. One day, when this bird is no longer Afraid, it will bear chicks that fly Through lightning itself, that shine From lucent clouds to the dull magpie. |
 Yaacov David Shulman
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