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The cold stone is broken.

It says that it used to live

on the grey cliffs of the sea.

Staring over to a distant shore

listening for a voice like his.



He swore that once a millennia ago

he heard singing wafting

through the evening mist.



That song, that ever-song

moved through him

season after season

finding every crack, every seam

until he could not stand.



Now the cold stone is broken

listening for the dark song

from the silent distant shore.



Weeping only when it rains.