Pilgrimage
An image.
The Festival of Huts
Not of all King Tuts.
Tattered and broken
Bones kept on rollin’
Dissecting and ressurecting
He blew life into
What was an Igloo
Of frozen fractures
Of unhappily ever afters
Jai Ho
Its time to go
Ho Ho Ho
Come along
Do not prolong
Linking arms Yom Kippur night
We walked together left arm in Right
Trab-Linka.
Praise Yeshua!
We are doing Teshuva.
God Bless
Let’s get some rest
We arrived
Access not Denied.
For “Blue Skies
Dont Sleep.”
Beep Beep Beep
