Hillel Broder
When the world ends:
A face of fear passes
Like a cloud, draped
With hints of hope, hiding
In a sweetened heart.
When the world ends:
A voice in stillness rises
In a silent scream
(as a fish under water)
To a hidden place.
When the world ends:
A covered moon;
A lone will; nothing else–
Fortunate are those
Who remember
Their souls’ song.
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