To Hew((++))

surrounded by a black fog like black magic so ephermal it's more mist than mass,
I conjure
I conjure and summon the thunder the clouds the spinning hammers that define the landscape
and those I summon I command,
sending forward to hew the living stone to destroy to carve to butcher a likeness like that which is
never seen but yet;
it's hollow, empty, lacking an intrinsically necessary item that -
that -
that object that thing that -
silhouette that's becoming a necessity, a crucial function in the foundation I've built am building
as intangible but forcible as the lightning that powers these stones I throw,
the struggle sometimes is not definition so much as syntax, the cracks the crevasses that carve
and mar this landscape, they -
they define it
embody it
they embolden it with a futility I knew not these iron hands capable,
a sense of humility and weakness so profound so as to destroy, but -
but not the stone
never the stone,
as even without one as I, these stones live of their own,
grow and mold and molt as organic materium ~
I am a benefactor, a com-off., an element of impermanence that -
that as strongly as the molecules of stone bound, that I seek;
though I be damned, and damned, and thrice damned,
the sought resolution as easily marred as easily crippled
as the shattered leaf, the burned branch,
the wilted and dying grass
the sole, the solitary,
the goal of
fossilization
entwined