Each day is a birth,
an adventure,
followed by
the personal apocalypse,
leading to
revelation ...
Then we sleep,
and in dream experience
a kind of pyrotechnical death ...
Then we awake
and are reborn ...
hopefully learning from yesterday ...
doing it all over again ...
each day ... each day,
yearning to to fly higher,
than our own minds,
like silly blind birds
soaring up the stairs
and gliding into
an attic of dusty emptiness,
like the ninety ninth monkey
hiding in a tree,
shaking a blue banana,
calling it a phone,
seeking the one-hundredth human
who also needs love,
singing
sweet
electricity
to those
no longer lonely,
to those
no longer
alone
M'Shi Ha M'Shi Shi Melek Shamayiim
M'Shi Ha M'Shi Shi Melek Shamayiim
M'Shi Ha M'Shi Shi Melek Shamayiim
M'Shi Ha M'Shi Shi Melek Shamayiim
M'Shi Ha M'Shi Shi Melek Shamayiim
