Omer 12 - Still here
hod of gevurah


By grace of mountains,
chaotic endurance,
Hebraic neuroses,
pathological defiance:
still, we are here.
Still, I am here.
Written in stars and marrow,
fingertips and molecules,
we remain eventual, inevitable.
I remain eventual, inevitable.
Stranger in a strange land,
tending to new wounds
rubbing old scars,
still I remain.
Still, we remain.
Heart drips true as the
same blood pumps through.
In silver and gold,
with my face to the same sun
from eons ago
that touched the faces
once known to me
thousands of years ago,
I sing the old songs with new cords.
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Omer 11 — Synaptic lunar saltation < previous || next > Omer 13 — the people’s daughter
the start: Omer 1 — Pomegranate
About the Creator
Chaia Levi
like if Nabokov had a brain injury
artist, writer, photographer. focus on horror and nature. all original content, all made myself — no AI.
bluesky, tiktok, tumblr: @chaialevi



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