Sunday, September 28, 1997

Straight Current - Nirtzah

oh, the desolation I have endured
every tear, every howling cry
a negative confession
with each drop of aching falling into the feather
an electrifying justice, like holy fire in the wake
of this woman's truth
fully against the insensitivity of deceit
awesomeness strings through blonde tunes
where eternal flames jazz dance
brilliant still
unextinguished, earthy and so fine
oh, the dark glory of it, hear how it shines
immeasurably measured in the balance
where giggling dybbuks play paradise blues
and if you don't like it
dust my broom

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