Pebble-smooth, cool
palm calm
electric and
lightning-flecked
glyph-marked
landscape fixing
time melting
ancestrally rich
stone
rasping, rouged,
striated and crushed
impervious, imperfect
yet absolute landscape of life
Tyrannical heads
and weeping walls
the rulers and prisoners
of freedom
Dressed and hewn,
polished ammonite,
wild and immutable
Yet a thousand-year trickle
has wrought your face
We relish your litho-rhythmic gravitas
your emanescence
imperceptible, irresistible
affecting even our negative inclinations
soothing as million-year-old stars
on fire, like tribal tunes
You call and call
who hears
is enlightened
who answers
is divine