| figure (C) Photographer Leonard Nimoy face physioscape (C) Photographer Masahiro Oku |
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can you find me in the heart of the dark good and evil, only one, through the eyes of love living on a prayer, in the heart of the universe, facing each to the other a mystical mirror to the core, the reverberating exchange, a private hoard of longing sprouting thorns along the spine, and then it was right to fear this cosmic rendezvous where other companions turn away, each from his own, all but you, you facing me iterating unsealing, a most rigorous law in the balance back toward the tail concentrating a critical mass, and then, then it was too late to fear and for us, the matter depends wholly on love struck with curiosity, driven to know by a need greater than fear watching awed, glued to the sight, unable to turn away iterating the cascading function like greased lightning through amplifying circuits blackening lava forming stones along the way iterating up the spine, engulfing all forthpouring, one with the scorpion king from the tailbone like a dark tallit covering roaring with a male presence and above the head like a crown, from your face on the earth deep, deep the form opening the scull like a vessel slaughtered drawing a meaty pulp out complete, swallowing it down as if I had never been an empty shell, forming nothing, and in the heart of the darkness thirsting from where there victory it surrenders, swallowed up by the harmony of tradition uniquely treasured, made vital, made true I know you, I do (C) Liorah Chanah Elishaba Tsabrah |
| wild energies of the scorpion and thirst the matter depends on love Idra Rabbah |