said Rabbi Zusha: “my mother named me Sasha but I fell into a seraphic orchestra pit, and things have not been the same”  his students asked him: “what did you see in the pit?”   he answered: “behold four seraphs held a cello, like a naked, newly-formed body, and eight pushed the bow”   whose cello? Adam’s   whose bow? Mordechai’s the refused bow that makes cellos of heaven sing the soul-spilling human heaviness — the essence   he also said: “in every horn, their lives a family of sheidim, shadadademons, a family of three or four, on the average   angel Gabriel comes to blow his hot breath to let them loose into the world, their clothes flutter, their hearts beat against the four brass bars of domestication, both breaking as a result”   therefore, every saxophone is a ripped cage: no, a rib cage: of an ancient being that de-composed thus, before names of god became the star-tallis in which hearts are wrapped   taught Rabbi Akiva: behold there are names of god that got filtered by moth-screens   others got lost in the loss of the hiss of the vinyl   some stuck in Karl Marx’s beard   some stuck between the boards of the family-table and can only be extracted with a big family knife   some spilled on the mama-apron in the deep-fry-metaphysical back-kitchen   but these are the 32 revealed names of god: “jehwaep. shadai-doodah woop elohadip dip papadoo dap. strata doo dampa flip clip dedam pam pa derederedere strip tzuris degatee goat boom dupa goat ratata ratata what? you askin? outer bank, jehwaep shadai doodah wap”   New Orleans funk band the Meters inherited twenty crumbs of the god-name from the voodoo grandmother who plucked them at the foot of the great phallic Ethiopian Eucalyptus   but some say she birthed these crumbs, each in deep pain, each deep in time, each under the brilliant lamp-lights which are the eyes of Messiah himself