Earthstone, Skystone
the Sky,
the whorly colour of
an unknown stone...
...sliced free or from
its sibling side.
The stone unknown, itself
plucked free or from
it’s sibling soil, its Earth.
The stone was not a stone
until it was lifted (as in stolen)
from its place.
Or perhaps the unknown stone
was not a stone until - and this was
just before it was lifted (as in stolen) from its place -
it was seen as a part or a whole and then lifted
free or from the Earth and thereby the Earth was given an unearned unearthed
hole.
So, anyway, the Sky.
It was a whirled color of this world.
A part of this world which was never meant to be apart
or a part of this world.
“Maybe labradorite,” said Sarah.
Copyright © Stephe Watson | Year Posted 2018
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