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| redemption comes by virtue of tashuv hey once cursed the bitter, bitter exile of returning te-hom dai to confusion once betrothed with a timeless terror once wrapped up shattered into expression, shorn defenseless meant to die tightly bound to a consuming sentence of disarrangement sealed, marked and plunged without compassion, mercilessly into agitating black depths buried alive frozen, a terrible ice sightless and soundless, the deep deep ageless night roaring with silence, the chilling black fire, the burning frost biting the mind, cutting the heart, searing the flesh down to the sacred bone, faithful and true clinging thoughtbare, beyond will, inhabiting the gut reeling through the abyss, one eternal flame unextinguished rising off tattered, desolate emotions blowing an elixer of redemption in ineffable rhythmless rhythm leading through it to you tiku chodesh shofar |
| (C) Liorah Chanah Elishaba Tsabrah |
| tachash = 708 = tashuv |