Once he was there upon the crest looking down upon the
masses,Moses lifted his staff. The words flowed from afar
and rested on on his tongue then lifted to join the air.

He spoke once more still the utterance seemed strange.
Not of his making.

Once he was there upon the mountain. The stars shone in his eye.
The cool desert air whispeing past the age of ages that "all is but a
Twinkling and soon past. So.

Standing in the moment.
                                     Wizened
                                     By fire.
                                     Risen past flesh.
                                     Knowing full well
                                                 That no answer would suffice
               

                                        ­                    Knowing bones

Would turn to dust
And still day would follow night
And night day.
Knowing with a certainty


That he knew

Nothing.
Past the moment.