A stone tied to
The doors with demon stars
Open on the waters
Time freezes and unfreezes
The boats coming and going
Until there is walking on the waters
A stone tied to
A calmed violence with moving letters
Curved and uncurved
A vigil on the water
For both man and his son
How many grief cycles
The stone tied to?
Fire on the water and the little child
Weeping at the edge of the cavern
Mother died there
Faceless
Stone tied too
One does not show faces in these waters
There are letters on
Letters perspiring and crumbling
And yet persisting in circles
Will anything ever come to pass here?
The body folds inside
The gaze atop the hill
At long last
Fixes the landscape in one
One day the demon doors will crumble on the boat
A stone tied to...
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