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Hashem took a big breath of wind and gave air to the thought of life gathered intuition and smashed it into human-animal relation, mixed up our voices so we sound to each other like song a cauldron, caught it on fire laughed out story, mystery, fantasy until no one and nothing was the wiser Hashem got bored and went on vacation took most of our good sense in a duffle bag lost it at holyport and left a message to humanity to sort it out when the traffic of confusion and miscommunication slowed down, now we have a luggage ticket but no forwarding address Hashem got a glimpse of Her reflection in the essence of Shekinah fell in love with possible perfection left exile for the reunion, in a New Mexico sunset each of us has seen her bloom Hashem is busy at His typewriter wondering what the next chapter of existence will bring is listening to the adam-creature waiting for him to sing. | |||||||||
