In the world this time is night time and I take my stand facing it alone. This is the time blood floods through my soul and veins are not where the blood is. And my body is drunk and my soul intoxicated and my senses more attuned than they were, higher. In the world this is night time this time and facing it alone I take my stand. Night of small light, sound of the cricket, the stillness good. How my soul desires this hour of the night -- how my spirit covets this hour of night. At night all the senses I have ever known arise within me. A great darkness arises, the only tranquility a person can know. There is magic in the night, there is magic at night -- and intoxicated I stand facing it to forget. To someone looking at night, it might seem as if a person's soul can be likened to the night. There is rage and also fire in the nocturnal soul at such a nocturnal hour of night. There is silence and there is blood rising in my spirit coursing through no veins it is blood. And then I knew -- night blood is the blood. And then I knew -- night blood is the blood. And my body becomes drunk and my soul intoxicated and my senses higher than they were before. I have not known tranquil nights in my life, for my nights overturned my days. There is a night wind that sings you a lullaby and you cannot sleep. No surprises await you in this world, the ages to come are bereft of wonder -- none can be like nocturnal wonder, like the magic of the night.

-- Yehezkel Kedmi, Ammiel Alcalay