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M ichal Alma Markus Lives and works in Ramat Hasharon, Israel
From the book "Our End to The Awakenings," 2010 Michal Alma MarKus Translator: David Herman
Lost to the wind, Mosaics lost to time, And between his tel and his projectile, Man in his loss A portrait of mosaic stones. In his presence are carved inscriptions inlaid in the mould of his dead images. History doesn't return from a thousand reincarnations History returns from a thousand mosaics. Postcards were sent from creation's strata A pain-choked delegation discovered in the present reality The plastering of the Divine Shechina on the strata walls One human bring resurrected from a thousand mosaics. The clearing- house site of the riddles of the Lord Stones, human fossils, bits of pieces How can the remains create a whole being from a thousand pieces? Stones roll down the slope between Isaac and Ishmael, Pieces of mosaic Shards of faces. This is still a task for those buried within the tel, The unburied souls live in the depth of the plastering Covered differently. And your portrait between my empty hands. Father-son shards in excavation stones On their surfaces, their faces, their faces before them. A human mosaic, ruins. To create the complete image of one man are required Tens of thousands of soulmosaics To the sound of a single Divine breath.