Roll the Story; Small alef Vayechi 2

Father about to die
I am fishing around for the beginning;

It‘s closed
s’tumah —

No separation between this week and last week’s text;

The poet:
Our eyes are closed –

As the story rolls
toward slavery.

Our decline a rolling of events
– can we enter the story and stop it at any place?

As if to stop the movement down –
as if to accelerate the movement Up.

jsg, usa