You raised the stone on your own.
You have looked what slithers beneath
and beneath that earth, beneath that stone
the next world teems and grows unchecked.
You were gifted with admirable talent
beyond this world
beyond
below
behind
before.
Your knowledge considerable but with the sin
of wrong thinking.
At a moment of purity and ease you started
listening wispers of a dream
that you are dust of an echo in fading mist.