Here it is, the allergy.

Nihil sub sole novum

Three in the morning.

 

Awake,

Throat

Trilling;

Rasping

Scuffing.

 

Saliva nodularity,

Inclusion.

 

Exasperation

And

Exhaustion.

Numb.

 

Shaking,

Repeating

on

Itself.

 

Marionette

Tarantella.

 

Frustrated

Antigone.

 

Moment

Like

Soft

Candy;

rock

From

Blackpool;

 

Stretched

from

Here to

there,

Twisted,

Manipulated;

Elongated

to an infinitesimal shattering.

 

Inside

oneself;

 

Trapped in the

Now.

 

Shuttered

Behind

Doors.

 

Smothered,

Smogged.

 

Mendicant.

 

The more you bang your head against the wall

the more

The wall refuses to respond.

 

Cup runneth over;

Water washes away.

&

Nothing new under the

sun.

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אין חדש תחת השמש

מה שהיה הוא שיהיה

עולם כמנהגו נוהג

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