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The impulse to swing out the arm
Of the Milky Way, the space
Between two neurons, the breath
Of the horse and the steeplechase,
One tells a story, the other
Is a stone; one is a river,
A xylophone, the other is
A movelessness inside a quiver.
They need each other, the mammoth
And the ironstone, the quartz,
The glitter of the sand and
The string of Dodecanese ports.
Yaacov David Shulman