Starlight
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1 min readApr 24, 2018
Before domes and walls
Grottos and skyscrapers
There was a promise.
And the miraculous family
Twelve tribes, 12 million people
One and two peoples
The land that was both high and low
And they said it was holy
Ever bloodless,
Of child or goat?
Is there ever one narrative?
The concrete oasis has risen
And nourished the land.
The concrete fence has risen
And desecrated the land.
The holy is in the paradox
High and low
Stone and life
Water and death
And City of Peace
The holy is in the division
That isn’t a division at all.