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Feb 10, 2021 07:04 PM Feb 10, 2021 07:04 PM
To the homeland carved into our lives like a tomb, out of millennial hibernation, from the dark of our crippled history: a sun, none too worshipful, will come to strike the locust and the sheikh of sand dead -- and time as it sprouts over the plain and dries, like mushrooms, over the plain. A sun fond of sundering and eager to annihilate, from behind this bridge, will rise. _____________ Translated by Sargon Boulus
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