Themselves In Espaclaria*
They were all explicators of the text.
They turned it and turned it
Believing everything was contained within.
A few of them were esoterics.
In places without sense
They made sense.
After a few generations
They left a legacy imprinted in their biology.
The kabbalists became vaudevillians,
Singers of songs and tellers
Of the miracle tale.
The dark receded.
They supposed no history,
Forgetting for a moment
The present is always a narrow bridge.
On the other side — what.
Only one of them
*a mirror — sometimes clear, sometimes cloudy,
Babylonian Talmud, Sanhedrin 97b