Presently—
most-
present—mostly
to the feeling
of just feeling perfect-
ly still,
small
and cold—here
endures
a feeble pebble—in the raw wind of perpetual-
ly next-
morning's maelstrom;
unflinching
because—so trivially uncultivated,
with no knowledge—whatsoever
of any such
part-
whole
relations it's carving;
but instead—
oddly embodying
the ineffectual poetry—that even
all hail
storms!—are simply
one
little
stone
followed—not
conscientiously,
but consistently—
by another.
