Stone horizons
.original poetry by
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featuring photos by streamweb
Stone horizons
In the massed crags, silent—
I watch the budding of isotopes
scraping feeble echoes
from the seafront.
Faces, mossed bodies expressionless
in the forbidden dawn.
Graphite lion,
behold your pearl lioness:
let her
etch you away.
While I paint the scene of tremors,
gather strength for yore's decay.
To flower your feverish past,
postcard of the fallacious ice.
Aquamancy censored,
made dense at the crag's advice.
I know between coils of spring
the excitement of song made sea.
I found in consorting with stones,
The spirits they harbor are free.
Written by
8/6/18
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Photos by
streamweb
.1 -.- "Storm" [cropped]
2 .-. "The Land of Always Winter"
3 -.- "Between the Rain"
