Pausing Continued

There’s a stone in my mind
speaking of prophecies

patient with my rage
calm beneath the surge of negations

I want and want and want

inviolate
impotent
distilling the pure alcohol
of self rejection

my stone
turns wine into water

And when I'm speaking in
the twisting tongues of what-if

my stone
wedges in my throat

Silence
in the weight of a rock
no air escapes
no words escape

and I pause