The stewardess
And one loaf
Working in secret together
Slowly, effectively
Until the whole lump knows the Life
The leaven from heaven
Hidden in the dough
In the dark
Working slower than the Earthly eye
The leaven from heaven
Always works
Requiring patience from the stewardess
Who, with Tri-une measures of flour
Become one Life with the seed
The stewardess becomes the lump
The women, the bride is married to the Passover Himself
Oneness
They look the same
She now looks like
The leaven from heaven.
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