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Devarim 

Lined, face a sun

Cheeks, breath warmed-

Palms, fingers, eyes,

Feet curled along the edge-

Dust rings skin,

Rivered by sweat,

Slice out- years lay

The leaves of your repetition furl about us,

And we are shaded in the limbs

It was you, our cradle

Pleading through

The hot suns

As we circled the mountain of our doubts

You bore us-

That we could be bourne thus

Amid the boundaries

A path burnt

As lightening across the field

Our hands slip hold-

At this edge, unsweetened

This ungrasping an unfurling,

A bright blossoming,

Each letter

Searing

Through