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My body needs iron, and so does my soul.
Without it, they are no longer whole.
In fact, the entire galaxy
Rots from the inside like an blighted tree.
I need a bridge from this world to the next,
Not just a political national text.
Only in spirit does faith find its core,
In the evening sky, the trace of a door.
Yaacov David Shulman