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The Stone

The Stone

the fade

of light

natural

artificial

or otherwise

the curtain falls

when it falls

in all stages

big or small

the progression

of time

turns us all

over

and

over

and

over

like a stone in a tumbler

polished

after the turbulence

the grit is gone

like the mud it laid under

silent

inside the stone

a million stars spill out

like sunlight on the sea

glimmering

TL

Published inTamiko Lowery