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My thoughts are elephants
Walking in a line
Trunks linked to tails.
The pine cone is attached to the pine.
But up two steppes
All thoughts flow
From the source of the river,
And they are covered with snow
Each upon its ice floe,
And all of their angles are crystal
And their sparkle reflects upward
With the bright crack of a pistol.
Yaacov David Shulman