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Difficult this is; scene one, act the first.
Isaiah 14. Everything has been put aside
for the waiting - sunlight, snowstorm,
death and the maiden too. It is heavy
going down the corridors of time. I
move while my skullcap stays in place,
and these thoughts matter little.
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Oh my Williamsburg rabbi, listen to
me as I talk, and then talk back. Talk
to me as I listen. You may wish to
understand what I never can. The
robin did come home to roost. The
wind, it really did rustle the willows.
No matter, no matter;
all is gone, all is gone.
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