Steven Stewart



The Only Thing Moving

separate the bone from the machinery
and its essence passes through invisible
honey drips onto the stone

mind, a stone so solid
you can't touch it
separate the bone from the machinery

a hierarchy of values
black and white
honey drips onto the stone

a whole religion
if they speak Spanish I don't understand
separate the bone from the machinery

a pinwheel of values
if they speak English I don't understand
honey drips onto the stone

two months of inhaling sea salt
I walk on the sun
separate the bone from the machinery
honey drips onto the stone






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