The stone.
The stone in the air, which I followed.
Your eye, as blind as the stone.
We werehands,we baled the darkness empty, we foundthe word that ascended summer:flower.
Flower - a blind man's word.
Your eye and mine:they seeto water.
Growth.
Heart wall upon heart walladds petals to it.
One more word like this word, and the hammerswill swing over open ground.
