I know the words to the niggun when you think you’re only saying ai yai yai.
With the fluorescents dimmed and the streets tamed, our eyes meet
Knowing other souls: glorious, but maybe the end of fun.
Love, hatred, truth, elephants, homesickness, jealousy, God, and much more.
Let us be humble as the dust and yet great enough to muster the world's direst of prayers.
