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Yonadav Kaploun

SCENT OF DARKNESS I

I.


scent of darkness, the odor of feet
went out and came in
between stars and the corridor the tunnel.
floor-mats, sleeping-bags, surrounding them subtle
halo-sighs — — —

silence. someone’s crying.
in the empty space — splitting apart.
the oil puddle quivers and is exhausted:
together the heart\'s walls are whispering about time’s candle
until darkness — cessation of will or memory —
will shine.

or perchance was it laughter?

a long summer’s night, so it was!
the sound of princely cypress; the body
swimming grandly in the field, in the outskirts of the city, so it was!
a thousand silver pieces to the knight that\'ll bring back time
and if only one year!

someone is taking a seat.
wanted to smoke
or something.

the religious guy’s God is also asleep.
someone stood up:
standing there
inside a cold black hole.

and a see-through figure with human guise
jumped out of a crematorium
and founded a state.

and scribbled the note
shoving it in the wall

for the universe now has fallen asleep
dreaming a dream.

1 ר י ח ה ח ו ש ך

1 ר י ח ה ח ו ש ך

 

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SCENT OF DARKNESS I

I.


scent of darkness, the odor of feet
went out and came in
between stars and the corridor the tunnel.
floor-mats, sleeping-bags, surrounding them subtle
halo-sighs — — —

silence. someone’s crying.
in the empty space — splitting apart.
the oil puddle quivers and is exhausted:
together the heart\'s walls are whispering about time’s candle
until darkness — cessation of will or memory —
will shine.

or perchance was it laughter?

a long summer’s night, so it was!
the sound of princely cypress; the body
swimming grandly in the field, in the outskirts of the city, so it was!
a thousand silver pieces to the knight that\'ll bring back time
and if only one year!

someone is taking a seat.
wanted to smoke
or something.

the religious guy’s God is also asleep.
someone stood up:
standing there
inside a cold black hole.

and a see-through figure with human guise
jumped out of a crematorium
and founded a state.

and scribbled the note
shoving it in the wall

for the universe now has fallen asleep
dreaming a dream.

SCENT OF DARKNESS I

I.


scent of darkness, the odor of feet
went out and came in
between stars and the corridor the tunnel.
floor-mats, sleeping-bags, surrounding them subtle
halo-sighs — — —

silence. someone’s crying.
in the empty space — splitting apart.
the oil puddle quivers and is exhausted:
together the heart\'s walls are whispering about time’s candle
until darkness — cessation of will or memory —
will shine.

or perchance was it laughter?

a long summer’s night, so it was!
the sound of princely cypress; the body
swimming grandly in the field, in the outskirts of the city, so it was!
a thousand silver pieces to the knight that\'ll bring back time
and if only one year!

someone is taking a seat.
wanted to smoke
or something.

the religious guy’s God is also asleep.
someone stood up:
standing there
inside a cold black hole.

and a see-through figure with human guise
jumped out of a crematorium
and founded a state.

and scribbled the note
shoving it in the wall

for the universe now has fallen asleep
dreaming a dream.
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