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amos oz, don't call it night

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a little town at the edge
of the negev desert


living dying loving longing

noa and theo

the hours of dawn. the sharp scent of sand. the coolness of a white sofa on a saturday afternoon.

a gentle story, soaked with the solitary tune
of a mountain silhouette against the nightly sky

a quiet story, filled with lifetimes
and longings and humorous smiles
lingering in silent dust
in hope and forgetting
in memories and dreams
stored away
or re-examined
or lost
or found

i read and i feel
like i know it all

like i know everything

like i am there

like there
is me

i read slowly and slip
into the open space
between lines
between words
between stories

i can


wrap myself inside