Spear in hand,
He stood stone-like on the ridge,
Watching all.

Crystal Blue,
Stretching the horizon out,
Boundless skies.

Steel-gray stone,
Touch the skies with its white caps,
Stone-feed pools.

Gathering,
Melted fingertips sparkling,
Water dip.

Pools feed pools,
Dropping to grow in merging,
Gathering.



Gloom 99

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