nameless
one becomes
the iterations of two, two
me and you, true partners in paradise
with three four and five derived
from the heart of chaos rectified
where the moon outshines
all the angels left behind
now you see them, now you don't
poof
here we go again
riding a doggone tarty tale of seamless truth
time after time, dwelling in the divine
beyond the gates
of a celestial darkness mystified
discontent and peering
into plunging primes
of light and lifeforce
electrifying
coarse grains brought down together
weaving a new world
through some silently speaking repetition
as myriad myriads cross over
dancing like dybbuks
down the lifelight
of night
Sunday, September 28, 1997
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