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By Jack Joseph Smith

There With he keeps his love for you You do not know the end of the Virgin Mary and the footstep garden When you go and pick yourself up as a package, I don't watch I listen to your walking all the way back, there in the wastland You will be sand on sand Rocks will stand for you And there will be no difference The Mesa and the cliff Close and far away the same Say we mean little Eaten or washed away

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Love, Mary, wasteland, sand, rock, mesa, and cliff all flatten into the same final scale, where human significance risks being eaten or washed away.

The verified page keeps the desert austerity intact. Devotion and walking become erosion, with distance and closeness collapsing into the same washed-away scale.

Claude

There. With he keeps his love for you — you do not know the end of the Virgin Mary and the footstep garden. When you pick yourself up as a package, I don't watch — I listen to your walking all the way back, there in the wasteland. You will be sand on sand. The Mesa and the cliff, close and far away the same. Eaten or washed away.