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| over and over, a repetitive dream curling through forms everchanging yet the basic message, ever unchanging turning years, over years over years, those occupying babyhood and childhood even through the thirties, though winding down those stricken by something hideous it seemed as teeth grew in and fell out over and over, filling up my mouth completely inside, overflowing and no matter how many times I spit them out like time sped up, with each evacuation pushing more out, and iterating within the emptiness revealed in the mystery concealed with some urgency fathomless spitting out what, I'll never know and, as I grew older the repetition, probed deeper deep deep down into the inner jaw bone as the innards dissolved away teeth and roots, uprooted exposed into the brain the naked rawness revealed hide hide, in my mind for now as my hand covered my mouth fleeing in the dreams away into, into no thing I could see yet crushed and broken this in the dream, seeing the untruth I was fed, but not meant to be even then moving silently, even then still everpresent each dream transformation testifying as to why this thing happened to me set like a riddle engraved clear through the door with a voice never silenced even then during the long dark, dark night |
| (C) Liorah Chanah Elishaba Tsabrah |
| Sefer Yetzirah 1:1 |
| letter elements coming from end of shofar @ Martha Casanave |
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