INSIDE ME.
Substance of rock remembers its core.
Change comes slowly as granite gyrates.
By unending test grow boulder\'s vibrations.
Time\'s scarring yields not to wildest of storms.
There is stone inside me that knows stone.
Cycles of stasis require same role-behaviour.
Grind etches diamonds in cushions of patience.
Grit\'s aid means soul-beauty unbent stays whole.