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Hyatt Regency Dead Sea Resort Weary of Encino, concubines and wives mob the Eye of the Needle in holy pilgrimage to the Dead Sea's turquoise waters near Masada and the caves they come in somber homage all summoned by brochures to mummify each other with ancestral mud scrub pores clean with sponges of venerable sweat it is youth they, seek the laurels that only spring provides they would themselves be trophies smooth, golden and engraved the sun retreats-- embarrassed behind Judian Hills the sea reflecting umber now darkens into sleep Dead skin exfoliated sliced cucumbers on eyes each orders up a magnum of Golan Heights champagne Sleep comes, and with it dreaming of rising in new skin to writhe like snakes discarding the lives that they have lived the Sea is almost silent but for Bathsheba's wail a choked and mocking laughter that ripples into wave |
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