Wednesday, June 20, 2007

Tetragrammaton



















But here comes the fire that will end time.
Yellowed sands are engulfed in blazing frost,
You spikenard smoke in vast libraries lost.
Hissing grapes seethe in occluding veins climb
While they fall languid, syncope'd, sublime
Hashem. Heraclitian holocaust.

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