elliot r. wolfson

on one foot dancing

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my faith crosses not
the threshold of my room
bounded by tomes of memory
frozen like water beneath
the fiery throne
where angels become men
and women gods
my belief posted on door
like amulet of silver & gold
protecting my inability
to share the myth
imprinted on my flesh
like the seal of yahweh
on solomon's key
that only locks gates
of imagination
so that reason may reign
in temple of deceit
meshing we are in fluids
of nonidentity
to become (again) one
so that we may be two

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