
By Your Command – A poem for Parsha Tetzaveh
I’m a freeform command follower. Oxygen takes its own path into my lungs. My blood flows at its discretion.

I’m a freeform command follower. Oxygen takes its own path into my lungs. My blood flows at its discretion.


What I have is for you. Everything…



I live in a nation of laws but the laws seem to change with the flick of a tweet.


Appoint yourself a wise person to advise you on how to do the things you do…


As they keep digging, they’re starting to recognize our footprints.




