Sphere

Stones fall around the icy glen.
They’re meaning to say something,
But the glen doesn’t know.
Can’t know.
Its moss is full of secrets – its own.
It does know, somehow.
The stones speak,
And they’re ether,
All aflame,
In nothingness,
That is everything.

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