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Psalm 17: Parshat Naso

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Psalm 17

Parshat Naso:
The black light under the white

(for my father)

The winter weatherburns on my face
The misplaced/replaced

Your blessing hand on my cheek
Bone to bone

We encountered a lastingtime
 burial

Your hand has never left my face

G-d Countenances a Tent of Meeting
To lift eyes
Looking for you

And where is the weathering cloud?
you used to whispery pray

Regnant
 beatific in use

And the night air dries the missing moist
When time blends, bending the throat

“Father undying”,
Commands our G-d

Your setting star
Commands my love

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