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O Christ, pursue us till we see
That all of God’s bequests are free.
The ticket that we have to show
Is this: that we are glad to go.

And now behind these two, ten years
Of emptiness burst, to the cheers
Of every waving stalk of grain,
A bubble in the wind, and feign
The beauty it possessed before
It broke. His back now to the shore
Beyond the western rim, the son
Stood trembling on the road—the one
Where he had run the other way,
As though it were but yesterday.

With dabbling in the darkness here –
All dazzling as it is—the clear,
Bright air of eastern skies will bring
You home to him. And I will sing.
Awake, O sleeper, from the grave,
You are a son and not a slave.”

“Hear this, my brother, I do damn
Those words and call them lies. It’s you
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Who don’t know who you are. It’s true
There is a mystery.What makes
You think the dazzled dupes and fakes
Of Noash can declare the true
And wonderful design of who
You are? One knows, and only one,
Who Níqvah is. And when you’re done

This city is a pit. It blinds
The young with dazzling names, then binds
And swallows them alive.” “I’m here,
To bring you home,” she said, “it’s clear
You don’t belong.” “As clear as mud.
Look, Hahya, you don’t know the crud
Inside.You don’t know who I am.”

“Invade,
My valiant daughter, darkness now,
And I will keep our common vow
Here in this place until you come
Again, and may you bring me some
Good news beyond the gift of men,
That both my boys may live again.”