WHO OPENED HELL?
The stress of the day broken my bones
And cast me off my homely duty state.
And so I laid lifelessly on my heaven
To relief, a comfort and complacency.
The breeze of heaven failed its course
And so did the man made breeze aloft.
I saw myself away drifting from heaven-
Drifting gently away nigh and closer hell.
The air conditioning of heaven died and
All the cooling agents went on a strike
The ventilation changed without my
Consent, I am hot, who opened hell?
My body was burning like the bush in
Mount Horeb and my blood boiling
Like an angry water on a living gas.
Nothing looked soothing, is this hell?
My body is drenched of a tasty water
From my dried body before I closed my
Eyelids in slumber. Nothing is cooling-
No felid exilir as the season of winter.
Oh heavens! What shall become of me
In a sultry and flaming season unkind?
I prethee, share your tears of mercy-
To wet the ground sooth our souls.
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I stand at the bay watching-
Learning the language of my ink-
Learning how to handle my pen.
JUDAISKY CARES
