Elusive stony nature
Winds and whips through the red underskin
Contracting in a thoughtful pulse that lives here between the temples
A creeping rage illuminates the deep black, things happen.
The people don’t see but the walls move, the bricks align with grainy fluidity, a rug lifted and shook, rows wave like fabric
Snaking cement lines drip down the walls, they’ve come loose in the upheaval.