I see you in my mind
Standing before me
Immovable
The way you think of stones
As always there and never leaving
Water and earth and plant
Carving and sifting and growing around
The thing that will not change
And you are that,
But you are not a stone.
Stones have not the eyes to see
Nor the ears to hear,
The tongues to speak
Yet you stand before me
Opaque
Phantom thick with darkness
And I listen to everything
That you have to say
And you can only move
Will only leave
If I reach at your base
And claw at the things around you
Loosening the tension
The roots that you have in me
Stone by stone
Moving the mountain.
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