Mikdash

a holy host, ancient of days
witnessing down the wall, integrating dimensions
revealing something essential, something true
at the edges, from the fringes, in some central twilight zone
a mikdash of two by two
where companions walk together, with one mind
a thousand thousand pure eyes, heart to heart
a myriad myriads beholding the silent shout
splitting the skies, a victory force rides the rhythm
of endless delight
as pharaoh's arrows break rock to pieces
neither dark nor light, casting kisses
from the timeless time to come