J.H. 1

Cast the stone along the shoreline,

waves washing the stone,

as it transpires through walls at the ocean

sinking into the blackened blue sea.

The stone falls, spiraling

Into an open space surrounded

by meaningful creatures,

            intrigued, by the rough edges

the hopeless embrace,

                        the vulnerability

                        the struggle

                        the hurt

            they watch as it slips through the space

            dropping into a singular

                        position

            it waits, but no one cares.

Vanish the stone goes with no sight of

            Anticipation for freedom.