Stone Tears

But as to such this predicament

be mine is a mystery to me

and of import only in mine eye it be.

 

Yet its urgency is real, I cannot peel

the veil from my choice to make.

 

Instead I weep as a stone angel

passing time in my hands

until the moment a weakness

revealed

moves me from my stale sands.

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