Sunday, September 28, 1997


catching one man's dream
our dream
cast like two lovers tumbling
into absolutely nothing
exotic, memories that are not
yet are, with chaos
a cosmos is perfectly made, most fully something
unreasoned yet scientific
not logical yet assayed true
ever discovering
curious strange attractors, holy, absurd
descending in the mitzvot, ascending in teshuvah
interwoven, uniquely one
experiment after experiment, a tested design
for us
there is one way through the snow
all its paths are shalem

do you recognize your story in my story?

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