You are my rock
I am the dust on your shoulders
We break, continuously
in our prayers from light to light
a little piece of spirit,
a cup, a bottle,a word said
I make of you a centerpiece,
on a lamp-side table, like a book to read
I stand and reach my arms open
toward where I place you, in a center
but when you roll toward me,
I keep away from this mad course of yours
I didn't carve myself
with fire to become a pebble in your way.
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