The Moses Graveyard

she buried me behind that tree

and yet i live, with tight heart, unfree

she grew her grove in another place

and i can not stop, hating and loving that face

she was a symbol of many streams

my thirsty heart, could no longer distinguish between gleams

a diamond flashes so many directions

and earth keeps building its endless erections

people say the soul has one match

but what of a heart, so million times scratched?

I rust beneath that house she left

and hide to find healing from His back in that cleft

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