"Every path, every streak of cloud, points to the same bed.
I keep my wounds fresh for her so she can see their depth."
- traveler's diary, found outside Amman
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"Every path, every streak of cloud, points to the same bed.
I keep my wounds fresh for her so she can see their depth."
- traveler's diary, found outside Amman
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I have watched you since you were born
I wrote your name in my book as you came into this world
I have had an eye watching your entire life
See now, your name fades with time
And now you shall return from whence you came
Delivered from this mortal coil
The Tree loomed over Enoch. An infinite mass of wood that curled upon itself, bending and twisting in intricate patterns that extended to an end he could not see. The story of this being’s life told in the tapestry of branches that wove around each other, each searching for its place within the whole.
Read MoreBark for the trees and skin for the beasts
Fingers and leaves
Roots and toes
Sticky red and white like bone
See them fold in greeting
doubled back and bulging
The blood marches forth in celebration
as feast of sin is left uneaten
Simply love, kindness and understanding. The Sephirot that repairs the world with gentle embrace.
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