November 16, 2017


Or stone-bark.  This wall seemed alive to me, ancient yet growing.  Its juxtaposition with the stone stairs was convincing, as it seemed of a different nature, not laid on earth, flat, but rather climbing upright, reaching, trying, dreaming of attainment if not perfection.

And yet it crumbles, slowly, imperceptibly, and yet it stands, neither proud nor humble, just there.

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