Three went into the garden dark
where secrets are kept for keeping;
one returned and one went mad,
and one remains there, sleeping.
But who is the fourth who walks through flames
around the garden wall,
weaving forbidden holy names
into the fringes of his shawl?
In the beginning was the word,
and by the word all things created;
yet it is said (and I have heard)
that by the word shall the word
itself be abrogated.
So ’round and ’round the garden wall
walks the one who walks in flames,
listening for the third to call,
from inside that garden wall,
when he hears the waiting word
spoken from among his names.