edges of knowing(not); 3months, 1/4 cycle, for T.

Go back to The Garden
where you first saw
The Tree of Knowing
and kept a safe distance

Return again, and this time,
let Adam
pluck from the living wood,
This time let Eve ask 'If' not 'How'
and engage with him,
now knowledgeable man,
in intelligent conversation
while our Omniscient and
All ways loving G()d
is still, within,
hearing,
 reach

Then, when this first couple
know the sound of Hashem,
G~d himself mainfesting//LLVD//manifesting,
rustling the bushes in the Garden
as usual
 towards evening,
When, then they hear His Voice, as if a question:
"Where are you?"
Then both would rush towards
arm in arm
both clothed and ashamed.
Not of their nakedness, but of their own undoing,
not cowering behind cobbled together excuses,
lies, mutual accusations
involving a snake,
But, what if, if even as they sprang forward
begging forgiveness, cowering, not bold,
making tshuva, placing sorrow and errors into one basket,
the first corban, prefect humble
presenting to the Master of the Universe
begging, beyond asking for rachmanus,
for having fallen into the black hole of doubt,
took, plundered!
 when all had been at their fingertips
{so much like we do
over and over
with new love made old
and discarded}

How would it have been, then,
and now!
if not then, but now?
 If
~~~
I will keep the blood red golden hearted apple
the yellow streaks of a simple delicious
gathered into the perfect form
No! Not my imagination,
although it predated Pinterest
and Instagram,
there are a few
digital
images
[[(ask, and they are yours, all that's left
for the apple is gone, not even buried,
but trashed)]]
Then, innocently, it entered my grasp
totally unsuspectingly, me turning over
fruit, while shopping at Supersol
now Supersol Deal, Yashir, and Shel'li

Yet another gift ,
in form of reminder to me
that it was meant to be
and be gone

Easy to think so
to thank you from afar,
as ever, as if forever.

No need to worry
Of course, I'll always love you,
like one of the not-a-songs
that we played as if together

yes, the distance~time grows greater and easier
daily, but for foolish longing

no, I would not expect you to answer
if I wrote,
although as my muse, I still have the earworm
of your niggun
now almost inaudible
envisioning
your fingers on the keyboard
flying, soaring,
magic carpet Like
caressing to carry and embrace
sustained voice
piano keys as wind
instrument,
harplike resonance
no longer watching
actually dancing
in song applaudable

dogstory, (Major) New Wrinkle, (Taking) Dibs on Eternity,

II. dogstory (Major) New Wrinkle, (Taking) Dibs on Eternity,

so the dog woke me up from a dream
& I hear myself, still lingering
in the REMemory space memory
of a past conversation versed as
electro-organic neural trace,
And I hear your voice,
asking the question,
the one that you called 'the acid test',
'the age-old' one: "Would you want to wake up with her,
in the morning, day after day???"

& before the last question mark floats out
of your mouth
in less than a blink, fraction
of the 250millisecond
gap from thought to
I remember
blurting out,
into what
would-be
reality:
"Wait a minute! That's just the idea!
of why we are here:
considering
holy matrimony,
that sacred covenant,
Taking dibs/ \sbid
on Eternity,
and, not, just
for the first time,
for either of us,
for you
or
for
me, as if it were already
another (re)incarnation.

"On the other hand,
Consider this:
that we,
human beings, that is,
grimace, smile, frown,
while asleep.

"For me, even more so,
because I dream, always.
{No, not what you may be thinking,
about chronic defocus, going off on tangents
'Otising',
vectored off towards
infinity
or not quite recalling
the mail in the car
or where I'd left the hand-rake
in the garden
when I'd de-gloved, to catch
the phone's ringing,
.... although this may also be true,
finding the seed envelope
for the chrysanthemums
leaning on
my favorite mug,
the one
that had 'gone missing'
when it was in fact
vacationing,
nestled sweetly
akume
/near the hedge,
next
to the old
wooden
swing,
exactly where
I had
left them.
Not that; but}
, diagnosed with
REM Sleep
Narcolepsy.

"which effectively, means
that I dream
as soon as my eyelids
flutter shut,
not quite asleep,
still hearing
surround
sound,
gossamer veiled
and
whether that interval
is to be
hours long, cat nap, or quick snooze:
at home, on the train, in class,
maybe tucked in
alone
in the
den,
with my
my favorite
fall asleep book,
under the aged
afghan,
that your
beloved mother,
May
her name
be
Blessed,
had hooked,
in Nantucket,
from the yarns
left in the blue
basket."

Practically, what does this imply?

Instead of sleeping peacefully,
serene like lake, or baby's face,

Horrifying to consider
that our facial wrinkles
will be de-constructed
not just
by conscious actions,
emotions
thoughts expressed
during waking hours

,,,,, if you call all this consciousness?,,,,,

but also by how we REACT
to what we dream,
or think
of
or imagine
or recall
as soon as REM
takes control,
while
it is happening
in real~time.
and me?
I just get
more
of it

Whatever happened to beauty rest?!?

Moving right along,
already considering
how
to
induce,
temporary
coma;

Or, as you said,
another reason
for botox, injected or applied
as cream

Always the chemist,
practical romantic

Art meets Science.
Science meets Art.
Both nod, respectfully,
to
G()d

humbled
by the accumulating evidence
of the long slope leaning
towards
the cliff edge
fall off
called
(im)mortal
i ty

y/ours

~ ~ ~

I. dogstory short morning

going out to walk the dog.
nice of her to wake me,
instead of finding a "present"
she'd left
in the morning