The world of gods and ziggurats
Of sacred snakes and elephants, Clings to clams and mountains, To all of nature’s ravishments And nature staggers with her lees Her health hampered by degrees, In stacks of knowledge and of gain, And gnawed by evil and disease, The cosmos that envelops us Until the end of time and space Is merely a floorboard at The bottom of the grand staircase. And we are either here or there, Until we turn and we are both And we are on the Dolomite And in the scrubby undergrowth.
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Yaacov David Shulman
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