Mirror — sometimes clear, sometimes cloudy

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
remembered everything.


*a mirror — sometimes clear, sometimes cloudy,
Babylonian Talmud, Sanhedrin 97b