Electron streams rising from deep
Within the planet’s atmosphere Power Jupiter’s polar auroras, Poor Jupiter! It’s neither here Nor there, chaotic storms swirl And reel. And someone is reeling in his room, His head bounces against the wall, “I’ll lock the couch in place with this broom “Against the window, so the light won’t seep Through the bleary sides….” Put down the couch, Think: What is special about my home? If your head is doubtful, you cannot vouch That your writing-desk is unique, and you Race from room to room, the pattern Of the rooms reflects your soul, The sun sets, and view the rings of Saturn.
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Yaacov David Shulman
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