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The earth is dry and dark
It spins like a charred slag heap
All of its ruined monuments stand clear in twilight
Its wretched inhabitants show the lineaments of their faces.
Suddenly the lights blaze
And a rush of waves creates a living thunder
The land is bathed in crackling light
The coast dwellers rejoice in the never-ceasing thunder.
Yaacov David Shulman