Gene Doty

Silver Urgency In the silent shrine, muted light emanates from the Torah while a blind magician reshapes the sun into a torus. The jugglers toss the secret letters back and forth-- aleph, beth, gimel-fiery numbers to spell "Torah." Counting syllables, the poet awakens the voice whose silver urgency charges the void of the torus. Reading the backward texts of dreams, the magician wonders who could index the silent vowels of the Torah. Well, gino, here's a mess: You're no magician, you can't juggle, your only shrine's a blurry torus.

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