Resting at the bottom of the ocean,

In the deepest depths,

So obscure,

Nothing but darkness surrounding

Beneath it all,

Something lurks,

Ancient and powerful

No one knows,

They haven't seen what sleeps

Under the vibrant coral reefs

They don't know

The madness of it all,

The void of insanity

Swirling within that beautiful ocean

When you stare into the cerulean sea,

At the waves gently reaching

To soft, golden sand,

Tell me,

What do you see?

Do you see Him?

Child, I have seen it all,

And I can see that gorgeous lunacy

the marble floor cracks and crumbles as forget-me-nots unfurl from old openings made new again between two-pronged hooves. the french church is silent, the breath of wind through gaping, time-crafted windows being the only disturbance in ages, bending the grass in prayer as no one had in living memory. now, antlers of an unknown being interrupt spears of light given form by stagnant dust, a trail of young greenery sprouting in the creature’s wake. the unannounced beast, surrounded by relics of a day past, bows its head in knowing memory of the individuals who once found reverence here. it is aware of the existence of this place. it knows what it represents. a place of god, but not the first. this one was merely an amalgamation of the forces of existence that preceded it, deities in their own right, but not often remembered as such. regardless of knowledge, the old gods exist still, finding solace in a dead place of worship, trailed by new life. yes, they are still here. forgotten, but not forgetting.

Stand a little taller they say,

And so I did.

I saw the world as a better place,

I saw the world in a different phase.

I saw the world meet the sky-

The beauty made me want to sigh.

I saw the Earth at the horizon curve round,

I saw the beauty that some never found.

They never said stand a little lower

To observe the problems closer.

They wanted supremacy by suppressing;

They expected honour by oppressing.

I saw the problems reach the sky,

The difficulties made me want to cry.

Stand a little taller they say,

The weak want to ignore the disarray.

Veiled vestibule’s trumeau;

Silvered staircase stretches land

Songs of ocean waves echo

Dove’s tears lap ashen sand

Strength, bound ancient deity;

Silk threads tuft plumage gowns

Shading earthen treasuries;

White satin, gathered clouds

Guarding nest and sparrow;

Celestine, enshroud’ by eve’

Pronouncing peace to peril;

Utterance of destiny

Reflecting light of beryl

Eyes engage love’s mysteries

Piercing vanes as arrows

Hover o’er humanity

Fluttering, as gilded leaves;

Sweet chariot’s ascent

Between time and eternity;

Aloft, midst heaven’s scent

Why? It's really not that special. At least, not to me. I feel like there must be someting that triggered my attatchment to it but no matter how much I think about it I just can't figure it out. I see rocks all the time. Hell, I've probably got a few pretty cool rocks stuck in the tread of my boots right now but you won't see me collecting those, scrubbing the dirt off of them with a soft bristle toothbrush, soaking them in a solution of distilled water and non-ionized salt overnight, transfering them for thirty minutes to a diluted bleach solution, then rinsing them off before carefully drilling into them to accommodate a 3/32 inch diameter ball chain so that I can wear them as necklaces even though I usually hate jewellery, especially rock based jewellery because that makes you look like one of those hippy-dippy "spiritualists" who always smells like incense and believes in chakras and astrology and that is definately not the kind of image that I want to be projecting. That's not the kind of person I am. Well, it's not who I thought I was but the stone that's been dangling around my neck for the past few days certainly begs to differ.

In all honestly I can't even remember what overcame me when I found the rock. It was just a few days ago but the memory is already pretty hazy. Come to think of it, I don't even really remember where I found it. It seems like something I'd come across on a run but I never go running on Mondays so I don't think that's it. In the garden? No, I haven't done any digging there for awhile and I put down new topsoil last month so there wouldn't be any rocks on the surface. I suppose someone could have left it at the house but I remember it being dirty so I guess that doesn't make much sense either. Wherever it was, there was something about it that caught my eye. Regardless that really doesn't explain why I felt so compelled to save it. I've never done anything like this before. Not once have I even considered giving so much attention to a rock. Who does that?

Me, I guess.

I mean, it is a pretty cool rock. Asymmetrical but smooth and rounded, slightly translucent but dark and hazy with thin streaks of metallic orange coiled within, sort of like a glob of glass mixed with ink and metal shavings. Maybe that's what it is, some sort of defect from a glass blowing studio? Hmm... no, it's definately not man-made. Don't ask me how I know but I'm certain of it. That being said, I've never seen a rock like this one before. It feels so powerful, so primordial. It's just utterly mesmerizing, I could look at it for hours if I had nothing else to do. In fact, I think I will take some time to study it more. I should probably try to figure more out about it. I don't think I have anything going on today. But today's ... yes, today's a weekday. Did I actually forget to go to work? Well, I have a few sick days saved up, no harm using one today. Besides, I wouldn't want everyone to be looking at my stone. They'd probably think I'm some sort of nut if I show up with this around my neck out of nowhere, those aren't conversations I want to have. And what if they feel the same way about my stone? It's not worth risking someone trying to take it from me. It's just not worth it. I don't know what I'd do without my stone.