stone speaks to stone
when stone becomes statue
with our old bones
they are left alone
to commit to long cycles
of surroundings and moment
oblivious the awarenesses
rigidly coming to life
a will of projection
there loud rubbing movements
they give what their silence
had sought to corrupt
and all and ever of what once was
relieved of their patience
when shades are not theirs
for shades tell no story
from a great spell
they have names to point
and lives to initiate
in the law of the land
for stone spoke to stones
with a great spell
their places alive
we bear their wishes
jonathan Juarez
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