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06/01/12
This Friday Night
This Friday night, So bright a satellite amidst the constellations of my weekend's cosmos, Invites me to board my flight to the heights of the sky's possibilities, Prepare my psyche to seize the Milky Way's delights, Mystical epiphanies, revelations transcending spiritual miracles, Clasp, in imagination's fist, the deepest significance of life eternal, Existence that defies death's petty inevitabilities, And repeat, again, that dying isn't an option worth dignifying, Rather that exercising my right to stay alive, beyond forever, Is my God-given heritage and legacy and mandate, The only reason that Elohim created me, in the first place.
Yet, this Friday night Finds me in the ineradicable throes of loneliness's abysmal depths, In the twin-headed beast-demon-harpy's blood-streaked talons, I realize that even trying to disguise reality, hide from it, Hasn't been what I thought it could be, should be, would be: An anodyne for my having circumvented the oven flues of Majdanek. Were I to have succumbed to my tribesmen's trials by fire, I, too, would be the melting Shabbas wax and blackening wicks Dripping on and littering the cloth spread across my dining-room table, Where, this Friday night, I sip from my Kiddush cup And prepare my prayers, to Kaddish me as I slip into lasting rest.
06/01/12
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