SOURCING ZION
Let me be the one; hold out the external hand
and I will fill it. There's a new sky above - all
different stars and constellations now. Something of
that, well, you've just got to take it, or it leaves you
by. So bad, would all that be. Let me in on
this now : mountains of the deluge, rising
no more. My own personal Mt. Ararat standing
next to Yasir Arafat, or, anyway, the ghost of.
And that's how very strange all these things are:
sourcing Zion at its source - more trouble than
it's really worth.
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