You knew the well and the blush
when star chains englobed men,
and Venus's nakedness brought hot oil
rushing on pristine plains.
That is enough, enough to share in,
Enough of the barren land, the hollow home,
Flaming eye hide thy pain.
Once accepted, the joy flowed over the land
like honey, and the people welcomed night
with honest embrace and moonlit tears.
Yom Kippur 5747
Page 37 (Black Book: Light Heart)
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