the blacker of my stone

the stone shone no image. while my insides tackle with fervor. the onyx, cut....with precision. turns ..waits... 4 sharp perception...willingness to participate above the bottom of the sun's shadow. the stone in turn, waits. i feel the heat, motion to my mind's body. take CONTROL, where i feel the stone's image emerge. i love, its global warming, my moon has no eclipse, heart...thunder, selfbattle, smothering my moon. who can breathe, when breath is not an option? the fun in livin' life, is not expecting the expected... it is... striving to exhale, when air collides with flesh of my lung. the fun is... ooohhhhh....hell yeah, findin' life! but sometimes i like... being defenseless. (above image...)