And I'm sitting on the roof in a little kingdom

And I'm sitting on the roof in a little kingdom
Whose orders were disturbed and needs a guiding hand
And the conjugations get erased from their roots
And the earth moves below the foundations
As a globe breaks into its fault -
And in addition to the chaos, those who were named Adam and Eve
And the forceful curse of the furious God
Let us establish a new group of cursed ones
Let us dance ritual dances
To remove from us the sin that we sinned not, the punishment that we pay for
Let us sit in prison and break chains
And spin ropes of light around our now bent body
I read in an ancient book about the secrets of witchcraft
And the connection to a unique source ---
Make yourself a scroll and write the words
And roll it into a pot of clay
And save the book of dreams under your head
To reveal before you a little piece of light

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