Immovable-Me

The Promise in it's primordial state

The Promise in it’s primordial state

A restlessness, within me, grows
As sun is set, tomorrow is sown
Cries of friends and foes alike
Rain down on me, rain down on stone.

Stone still, immovable-me,
Yet a restlessness, within me, grows
Calling me across the void
The Crowded City of Eyes-Closed

And that restless breath, within me, moans
To their call, from eyes-pressed-shut immovable-me
My answer wept I know, I know, I’ve known,
And a Restlessness, within me, grows.

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