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I was seen in stars and sky |
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Whether plated in flesh or gold |
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I am the same as your parents hold, |
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who borrowed sticks and stones, |
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and abandoned heaven's search, |
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for one closer to the earth |
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they all cried out with different names, |
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that called them to the grave |
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I am a seer of air, of jeweled sight, |
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of many names and auspices and signs, |
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performed in sleights of wooden hand |
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and dealt in miracles of sand |
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and they all cried out with different names, |
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that called them to the grave |
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And when the second flood arrived, |
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there was no one there to die |
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or to interpret all the cries |
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to the invisible on high |
