netzach shebigvurah
Finally, today, the phone becomes me, as perhaps it had to.
A child makes it happen, using hide and seek, how children
create hereness out of almost nothing, test it, prove it true.
"Stay quiet," they whisper to my Zoomed image under the pillow,
and I do, until another person home finds me, phone, again.
God, is being known through your vessels just as exhausting, exhilarating?
How psyched are you for us to return to your office
where we can play catch together in all our infinite dimensions?
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