The Black Shofar

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Do not Go Gentle into That Good Night

I’ve repeated those words from dawn to dream

From east to west

From my childhood to your ears;

And yet

Nothing has changed.

I’ve been called wise

Good

Wild

A grave man

And yet

Nothing has changed

Distance between our hearts.

Now my hands hold the pen

The same way they had grappled the sword

Slashes longing to gain peace

From ages

Rhythm

Psalms and hope;

And yet

Nothing has changed

But the size of our sins.

Do not Go Gentle into That Good Night

I’ve repeated those words from dawn to dream

From east to west

From my childhood to your ears;

And yet

Nothing has changed.

Nor your smile

nor your musique.