Brain Storm

By Sagi Felendler

I place my boat within the storm;
without an oar, without a sail,
as white as it may be of use.
The waves, regardless of the weather,
up to the ears, up to the eyes;
followed by a nerving lightning, which comes
and goes,
and returns,
and again-soundless…
Then strikes that string,
an instrumental, giving birth to horror new:
again the sinking,
the pallid hue.

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