Nebulous tomorrow,

Away from a G_D arousing downpour of brimstone.

Wailing in a wilderness, abyss of my blood.

Brink of the unseen, like a storefront

Converted into a Synagogue,

And again abandoned.

Translucent language, slumbering mist,

Immersed in flame,

Embraced by darkness, shadow

Of shadows, Hebrew.

No one will console us, exquisite

Agony of being, overgrown with annexes

Of an echo.