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| Mark Rothko's Chapel in The Montrose |
Rothko To and Fro
floating on a wave
which is not there.
A small girl offers a small gift
to a small God who no longer exists.
But a box of raisins
will not reanimate the deity.
He is just a statue,
now.
The most profound questions
are those which are not
asked.
Heaven and Earth
persist.
The sun brightly
animating our shadows
which must follow us
without question.
The cleric sits in silence;
his singular prayer -
"Only don't know."