CRUSHING THE STONE

SLIDING DOWN THE VALLEY
HEADED FOR A FALL
TORTURED NIGHTMARES HAUNT
BUT I BLAST THROUGH THEM ALL
THE WIND RUSHED PAST
AS I, O'ER THE CREST WENT SHEARING
THE STONE BELOW RISING FAST
BUT INSTEAD OF THE FEARING
STRANGELY, SOMETHING SPOKE TO ME
A DECLARING GAVEL'S SHOT
I SLAMMED MY HANDS DOWN HARD
AND A NEW ME WAS BEGOT
FROM INSIDE ME SHOCKWAVES SPREAD
AMAZED I WAS, AND ENERGIZED
CRUSHING THE STONE INSTEAD

HOW ON EARTH CAN THIS BE?
MAYBE I DIED, AND THIS A DEATH DREAM
IT'S DELICIOUS EITHER WAY FOR ME
AND I HOPED IT WOULD CONTINUE
A WISP OF WARM AIR SWIRLED AROUND ME
AND DUST FELL LIKE MIST
PULVERIZED FROM WHERE MY HANDS WERE
I STOOD UP LOOKING AT MY CLOISTER
THE RUSHING IN MY EARS
WAS MY OWN VOICE HEARD
HOWLING LIKE A HELLISH HOUND
MY HANDS THROBBED LIKE BELLOWS
AND LOOKING BACK TO THE GROUND
WAS CARVED OUT OF STONE
IN RELIEF OF MY HANDS SO FINE
EVEN THE CREASES IN MY SKIN SHONE
ENOUGH TO MAKE MICHELANGELO PROUD
RENDERING ME SPEECHLESS
NOT YET APPRECIATING WHAT I'D DONE
FLORA AND FAUNA MY ONLY WITNESS
BUT APPRECIATING THE LACK OF PAIN
FROM CRUSHING THE STONE
DUST COVERING ME FROM TOE TO PATE
I FELT UTTERLY ALONE
KNEES BUCKLED UNDER THE HUMBLING WEIGHT
OF CRUSHING THE STONE...
(TO BE CONTINUED)