Marvin Lurie

I Inquire Of The Clear Water

Why show me your earthy bottom with stones by day and the stars at night?
See, a sweep of my hand melts the earth and the very stones waver.

Even the stars are not fixed.
They can be tossed, distorted.

Do you mean my intercession is fleeting, that things will abide?
I tell you, the earth, the stars and in between begin with me and with me will end.

I have no part in before or after.
You will cease to exist when I walk away.

That brightest star that scribes its path in the night sky,
how long has it been dead?

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