sometimes i’d imagine
myself a stone
rolling with the wind
becoming gravel
fall gracefully
to a boulder
most of all
the silence
I spoke no ill
heard no influence
no violence
stillness
no sin
the first time I became a stone
I grew moss
nature ever persistent
no control
whichever form you take
no sense of an island
a revenge on mercantile
only nurture
then the feeling of
mother earth beneath me
cruel in its occupation
without motive
my body unmoving
complacency
the day I broke into pieces
I became water
how do you become water?
believe yourself to be fluid
always changing
unchanging
vast
salt makes your wounds
hurt deeper
heavier
tho water made me too arrogant
I could go anywhere
be anyone
took lives without care
unfiltered crime
water in search of a well
so I became gas
choked by mans propaganda
a slave to another
only the feeling of freedom
exhaled with every inhale
I still took lives
corrupted minds
so I became nothing
because i forgot how
to become still
