We have a new language,
Have taken new names.
Words resound
Through utterances renewed.
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Draped open, the Torah frames,Â
Our bedposts
Their cyclical story revealing
A midrash made flesh.
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Light sustained on high
Arrives wrapped in shining new letters,
Dripping sweet fullness
Into our mouths.
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Wherever tongues trace,
Symbols uncover.
Through ribbons of words
Bodies are bound.
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Whenever words arise,
Language lies loosened.Â
With vowels, our new clothesÂ
Finding consonants, our thighs.
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The corporal ever hungry,
Sustenance sucks on sound,
Nourishment drawn from every tone.
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Creation comes
Before dawn,
A deep tuning,
Fingers conducting a chorus.
Bodies of work orchestrated.
Recited; remaking.
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This the song,
A not-so-familiar refrain.
Here, in the music,
Of the well-fed feeding.
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