Here I cut gems out of the stars-and cried while doing so- coercing them into my head.  

You stood there on the hill you bode,

And beckoned me to come.

So I went

Brandishing chisels of stone

Pressuring the earth's apparent faults, 

Crystallizing my lungs, my heart! The blood of my bones!

For you, myself, and whatever wishes to come after

I am not the stone you seek, brusque through the dying times

So remain content that the fire will never accept me 

As you beat back the east winds wiles. 

Still, through the decades my hands will persist 

Icy, difficult to grasp in its entirety, soft. 

Still all too ready to welcome you home

But you seized the crown you bid to break and so I collapsed

Shapeless in my emptiness. 

Finally one with your earth.

But with whatever comes afterwards, through the void of the death of life 

Please grasp in it’s certainty that-

I will not become nothing!