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“Beloved is man, created in the image.”
The ladder climbs from here to there.
And action at a distance isn’t spooky,
And liquid stirs inside the earthenware.
The Khoikhoi and the British, the leg
And the arm, and then there’s the soul
Of the world, its iridescence
And its blessing. The fruit in the bowl.
Yaacov David Shulman