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*Bring your whirlwinds with you;
in the snow angel summer
bring Margot the sun.

In the hour of red glare
a rush to pick slowberries
before getting caught up in the silk.

Prisms, mirrors, lenses!
strategies for combatting visibility:
keep your eyes closed,
face away from the window.

The myriad threads of people in hiding,
they eat their own web each day,
and yet something always shines
in the heart's secret annex.

Men and women are 
separated from each other,
the girls are on a train 
to the Bergen-Belsen,
"white founts falling 
in the courts of the sun."

Margot now cries quietly;
so silently she weeps over
sunshine and hate.*
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