For the Sake of Sounding

I shed my clothes.
Free of the strings
that tangle me to the tide.
I stand,
rooted as the pines,
reckoned to charred
stillness.

There is no rain today.

No rain,
No wind,
Nothing
to calm this raging skin.
Even the rivers
have renounced their
translation.

I kneel,
amongst the silt.
Once yeilding comfort,
now nothing more
than muted
debris.
Unsettled in these
restsraints

I throw stones,
for the sake of sounding.

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