Yes, I Will
After The Scream by Edvard Munch
I want to break free from every mortar-brick
of temple-shrine and shokeling generations
of worshipers...worn repetitions of verse-psalm
praying to exterior remaining Wall of embodied
seed-flesh of unseen God that billows every passing
breeze. Oh birth-oath and silent kisses, reminders
of yeeud, a garment stitched-sewn in words from
the Mystical Cord of Creation in intricate layers
of wonderment growing in a seamless unity.
Yes I will, tailored to perfection.
shokeling—swaying in Yiddish
yeeud—destiny in Hebrew