how a rock can steer a course. A blockage manning the unabashed force. From the sheer blazon boldness of pillar, arises a mysterious source. An energy unknown before. Born of a chore. A sigh, an ache, a sorrowful break.
Velvet mourning flows past maroon moss drifts. Through the slits. Waving in the breaks. The cracks. The grit split gash. Filters through. Clearing. Passing and processing the route. Foam and bubbles beyond the bed’s creek. Spitting and gasping for a peek. Eyes on sky as undertow sneaks.
On the brief blue of open air. Until sand’s shore is within reach. Bruised and broken upon a coast.
Open and wide.
funny, how a rock carried you here.