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Through the body, you can barely
Touch the soul. History
Can do it, accumulated in
Your bones as scars, whose debris
Will not bury your mind, and whose
Agony will clear and leave
A clear mind. Because you
Can walk beyond a make-believe
House and barn, because the wind
Will smell of water, because
The false earth ends, and you
Don’t end, and the great jackdaws.
Yaacov David Shulman