Stones & Star Stuff
Stones,
and their fixed ways
carry no superficiality
like we do-
they are elementary.
When we wear rings made of them
our digits become submissive lovers
of the ancient world,
we become stone
silent,
mouthing mutable shapes
porous, facetted or polished smooth-
our eyes like medusa
change you with a glance.
Goldstone, garnet, citrine, peridot, tigers eye-
we become closer to actuality-
to finality,
and immortality too,
we become the ghostly negative shape
like smoke
we furl and curl seductively around
the universe herself.
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