The role of Stone is that of Ice
But seeks a slower sun.
To the synapse, Stealth Invisible,
Concision to the bone.
The praying hands of branches bared
By breath, this season’s Star,
Implore insensate, arrogant,
As snowflakes to the Fire.
Above the church a fist of smoke
Diminishes the Blooms
Within that Park where prayers revolve
On a Carousel of tombs.