Stone


I was hot then.

I flowed molten into the dark

from his glowing mouth.

He named me from his being:

"I too am Rock."


Brittly my stony voice

tinkled into the wastes

as I slowly cooled. 

Then I out-sat aeons,

my being all patience. 


Now I wait here

poised over darkness

hoarding his wrecked body

Till I become a mouth:

and he speaks a new word into the void.


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