rolling stone oliver stone rosetta stone; these are stones worth having.

i know we have collected these too but beefier stones are in our dwellings and in our marrow in clusters and on their own. i seem to remember the two of us carrying, carrying stones, i remember how it was that as stones are too considerable and uncomfortable to carry, so can they be too tiny and fragile to be comfortable to carry carry. we never take containers to contain stones, somehow (why is that?) we never seem to mean to pick up pebbles, stones, rocks. but we do. we always do. your hoard is huge and consists of numerous little clumps, parcels and chains. in the rooms of your palace. on tables and shelves. sequences of stones making sense in strings. in your office. being itsy-bitsy mountain ranges. in your garden. orderly geotic dumps. mine are less but take up more space than I give. small meandering and unesttled riverbeds. we have stones on floors and in front of doors (i dust and soap and wash them). on fish tank beds; fluent and unwrinkled tiger eyes watch. on verandas and balconies noting insects in a lazy, laid back, stoned way. in pots with plants in them, guarding, watching. on a stool in my kitchen (the one my mom loved to sit on she loved plants she would love stones) sitting also, together with a spattering of chatty vases. on the table out back where we sit and read or catch the sun, just lying down for a change and resting. doing nothing. like us... and strange, they stay neatly in their messy and harmonious jumble. if one should be moved, you will notice. like you did when you moved castle. we all looked for that one little stone (no bigger than a wad of gum) for weeks, months. i'm sure you still look out in case...in case...just in case. (the loss of the stone. we all have that.) we have rules unuttered on stones; we may touch and love but we may, will not remove. we give stones; we ask to have stones that don't belong to us. and we get. we get...and they look like this: baby, humble, insufficient, mini, shrimp and wee. and they look like this: fat, massive, mature, serious, influential and huge. holes make them interesting. by chance holes have things inside, oh miracle of miracles! some more pebble, perhaps, some more stone.

we never get enough of the talk of stones.

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