Chevu

crazy, crazy
a dangerous journey, finding destiny
a plunging acquisition, uttering gevurot with the motion
mindless, into some singleminded action, thoughtbare
blinded by the night
between stringing moments, colliding like ayins end against end
where neverending timeless times blow endless curls through it
ever present, neither lost nor found, just real, the enigma only knowing
beyond dark and deep, like a scribble at the door
opened up before the light