Something tells you to be afraid
(Whoever you are) above the railing, The shell swirls down from the almond, death From the fear of death, the fear of ailing, There is an afterglow of lightning, the lightning Showed a ring of mountains, it showed A sinking gorge, the black burned white, And all of that upon a greater road. You are afraid, “How awesome is This place!” that fear itself discovers Love, the curling ocean roars At two a.m. and it recovers A salty breeze that drifts into Your home, a sound and rhythm that seep Deep under the street, that cradle You and wake you from your sleep.
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Yaacov David Shulman
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