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title = 'Stormlit Honor for My Father poem'
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date = 2024-11-03T23:39:17-05:00
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draft = true
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tags = ['poetry']
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{{< poem >}}
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The textural nightmare of ancestry tilts my gaze down the stormlit path
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drawn over by bright white bands of liquid G-d
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that tenses & releases,
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marking the I-You tension
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that has you shuckling,
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being stretched bidirectionally
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by
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divine fear & love.
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Let that pad synth hit,
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slowing you to the ground,
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redefining the reality that couldn’t exist before language,
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and especially Hebrew.
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Reversive cursing recurses down Sinai’s spine one thousand times,
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making way for the new media Torah.
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The flow of clouded cybernetic insight deepens canalized thought
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for the second time in human history
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to embrace our becoming.
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Kabbalistic sound poetry will be real in 4 years.
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However, there will never be a realization of the Christian unio mystica, divine co-dependency,
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that CCRU pundits would have you believe--
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they despised the flesh,
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which made them forget how to love humanity.
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I’m going to that sacred place that forced Rimbaud into silence,
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that space where time ceases and eternity becomes beautiful.
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But I will do more than survive,
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because I’m in love with a certain Hebrewian deity that has sustained me through years of strife.
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You don’t have to ask for meaning, you need to create your own.
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Philosophy can only approximate the force of religion for the secular world,
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but science without humanity is a cruel endeavor that’s been tried too many times.
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Let us disagree, lest knowledge become sitting and stagnant, poisonous and stale--
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Two Jews, three opinions.
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Truth is obvious, but our collective self-doubt makes us unloveable by the Eternal.
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It’s time for us to see for ourselves.
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{{</ poem >}}
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