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Imagine one day you were in a coccoon,
You were going to lose your mind
You so terrified you sweated,
You saw, but you were blind,
And then, the brown twig, every
Nerve coursing through you,
The cloud, the earth, a wind,
The blazing of yellow white through
Thin leaves, a sweep of love,
A reverberation without an end,
A beetle the color of coral red,
You cease, the chirping, the bramble blend.
Yaacov David Shulman