sunrising over manhattan
to what do I own this
celestial joy?
this merit must be beyond
this life;
I have lived neither
long nor deeply enough
and now must create
a new language from praise.
how G-d has provided!, a
gift continually unwrapping
a light of pure light
beyond rubies.
she is a prophetess, a priestess, so empowered,
emboding the power and passion of a bear 
now why these words?
what am I writing for, to?:
love is alive and well in the world;
now, it should motivate us to
repari universes.
— I’ve been recharged, “enlightened”
(no, reminded)
— you’re an “artist”
(you’re the masterpiece, brush
paint, canvas, and inspiration)