lonely rock atop a mountain
it has rolled its way up
but it is not smooth, not slippery sloped
unbeautiful, mossy at unspeakable places
it has tarried too long in voids.

lonely rock atop a mountain
it did not know that wind loves it
until it climbed up to her
looked her in the eyes, and just breathed her in.

lonely rock atop a mountain
is finally alone, the voices are silent
she whispers hieroglyphs on his neck
in clinical licks and reassuring busses
she cuts and she heals.

lonely rock atop a mountain
it stands with its back drenched with the spit of world
and there are tears in his eyes
a bird escaped, and the cage went looking for wings.