down many flights of stairs
like a limpet as it softly spun
through howling cosmic airs
.
at the bottom of the sea
i thought i'd ground it into dust
but it buoyed me up and shook me off
with wild volcanic thrust.
.
i struck out like a tiger
and i grasped a gritty crag
and the boulder bounded on
my body rippling like a flag
.
the one i was the who i am
that unobtrusive mote
was next to not existing
ere the day this stone first smote
Written by Dylan Siebert
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