Church of the holy stone

This chapter
which chants morning
creeps slither descends
dimensions black velvet hood
loosens
reveals this escape into captivity
static placed pieces
unused art--
bending seated chairs
paisley stained rivers
swarm across aching bones
youths vacant stream
now stretched in ligament

Today I found a stone-hard oval stone
laid in its rest never touched till
 pink creased palm
absorbing
painful
I Understood