Breath of stone
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Beautiful moments of impermanence

Breath of stone

She loves lapis lazuli,

She loves lapis lazuli, mostly for the way it sounds to say. Though it is hard to steer

She loves lapis lazuli, mostly for the way it sounds to say. Though it is hard to steer a conversation towards those words more than once a year or so.

She mouths it to herself, just sweet breath.

She mouths it to herself, just sweet breath. A prayer soft as the clothes, the bluest blue folds of Mary's robes

She mouths it to herself, just sweet breath. A prayer soft as the clothes, the bluest blue folds of Mary's robes (with just a wink of gold). "Lapis. Lazuli."

Like water running down the mill, over hills and through the wheel

Like water running down the mill, over hills and through the wheel to turn the stone and grind so fine the season's corn.

Like water running down the mill, over hills and through the wheel to turn the stone and grind so fine the season's corn. Granite cheap and worn, water cold and pure to make our daily bread.

While breath blows through the fields and teases out the heads of dandelions.

What is one hour? What is one day?

What is one life

when everything

when everything she will uncover, keep, taste, touch and put away

will lose itself to centuries that lapis, winking, never knows

will lose itself to centuries that lapis, winking, never knows nor granite, turning, cares.

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