Dear Michael, I know that you love me,
hack my letters (coincidence?) .
You wrote about Night when I asked friend,
about semen, Adam and Eve.
You put your picture in black coat
after I praized Joseph in it.
And today you wrote about Cosmos,
Time and Space on His Shroud's tip!
If you don't read my mail - more stronger
is the blow of such dialogue,
I watch you every day - and so
our thoughts may find common way.
Dear Michael, let us be open!
And tomorrow you'll be in Prague.
I want to be with you there also,
like the tune of Kabbalah's band!
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