Toting the Stone
Your soul is made from black earth
that's why you're wrestling with alone
because they're afraid of earth's truths
they don't want to soil their hands.
They think everything must be pristine
perfectly stated-nothing jaded
an existence of roses and champagne
instantaneous perfumed gratification
they're afraid of earth and its heavy truths.
Earth takes its time-flourishes in an even pace
making slow love like a glacier grinding stone-
prefers a turquoise pool of silent thought
earth prefers to be alone.
Your soul is like black earth, strong.
Be proud that you're not like them...
You tote the weight of absolute truth
and never harbor a soul that curls into itself.
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