October 25, 2007 at 8:21pm (Poetry)


     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.

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