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The Sky is a Fountain
after The Well of Stars, artist Osnat Tzadok
feeding an ebony pool. Points of light
dance like fish, darting in and out
of night’s expanse. Transfixed,
I watch them swim and swirl,
weaving trails of infinity
my eyes could never follow.
I swallow the impossibility like acid,
praying it will dissolve me
into ash-like bits, fodder
for millennia’s mouths.