I. Keter (Crown)
This is the way we prefer the baby to be born, luminous
Void first, trailed by the crown, the body
Falling like an astronaut from the without end
Into the kingdom of forms, until he splashes
Down in his mother's palms, the afterglow
Of a shattered essence.
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