Hebrew Lullaby
Circles recreate their yarn, lines of soldiers bursting to escape that hinged compartment that you call your heart. I’m waiting for your eyes to surprise me, I want to cut them out and wear them in my ears, black diamonds, black pools of Hebrew wisdom, and then I could forget you. All roads lead to tunnels I’ve arranged and re arranged over years.
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Faces change
lines crack
under the pressure
of a lazy afternoon
where the blue
finally shines through.