And it came to pass on Sunday in the year 1991

And it came to pass on Sunday in the year 1991
The year in which we now live
After midnight
I wrote my love poems
I folded up notes to place in the cracks
I saw visions ---
And the book is ancient, was authored in an unknown time
And supposedly in every moment


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Translated from the Hebrew by the author, © 1996 Ella Bat-Tsion