Then the great rabbi said, Emeth!
And indeed, life on the Golem dreaming.
Clay shook, moved, exhaled and stopped again.
The Jew believed to give life, perhaps it was so. Rabbi Poor
A never knew his real clay arrived
The permutation doll made sacred.
hands to move the universe, to inhabit
feet and going strong to the sleepless nights,
eyes like two oceans filled with other drills,
head, hair, sex, ancestry announcing
And a mouth to miss the soul or pure wind hypnotized.
Adam, so she sought the rabbi and the red clay
The man raved mixed with the blood of his dream.
Every night a number, letter, piece of bark,
A key exhausted the poor elderly in the chimera.
But the mud, more mud appeared each day.
the tree of life only a red autumn leaf kept the Torah
And just got a hope.
But one day the Sabatto celebrated around the campfire naked
Something rushed back to the shop almost distinguished.
pulled the peacock to not feel secure
Through the eyes of a God
that at the top of the plumes of the bird so jealous
.
And crying over two silver coins
The Judah in the eyes of the clay and sealed in silence.
A circle of salt around drew contrite
Charms launched into the river without fear
And naked to the clay figure said sure.
But this drill,
to be land, as land impassive repeated
And the word death echoed the face bounced to
Terrified of the Jew.
Each letter of the word Meth a rabbi's eyes blinded.
Clay shook, moved, breathed and fell silent again, then went
collapse,
a pack of mud crashing down in silence.
powder became all that day. Emeth
cried the rabbi replied Meth
model.
And together the two bodies struck down by the floor
Nothing rolled and filled with ash.
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