I twist and turn in my bed of stone
Rough hewn
Grinding my teeth to dust
Shifting cascades of sand trickle down
Disrupted by footsteps from above
Every moment a new reflection
Right here right now
This moment my only one
The one and only one I have for all time
Touch the fine hairs on the back of your neck
They rise to my fingertips
Every pore on my skin receiving your touch
Fingers of stone surrounded by flower roots
Every crevice engulfed by tendrils
Every moment an ocean filled by life perception.

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