Saturday, December 18, 2010

heroin in tel aviv

why is there a mountain where caterpillars once ate flowers, and other caterpillars - a mountain not so rooted in this land. why are these waves crashing where we solemnly watched the moon - eternal presence - fleeting presence - watched the moon as caterpillars once ate flowers, where nothing green spared our tables, where nothing citric spared our lands. how does this apply, this valley - this almost diabolical trauma where other caterpillars watched the moon - eternal moon - fleeting moon - silently, away from waves crashing.