Harvesting stones, I gather,
wrenching piece by piece a wall
of darkness. I pay no mind,
day almost forgotten 
               Out of bed
               Made the coffee

               and a piece of bread
absurd twelve hours harvesting stones,
hands on the clock,
a wall of darkness the other
side
almost forgotten 
C
rept
round the crook,
bolster the sinking sun,
peaceful sounds.

Made some coffee
Cut the lights
Harvesting stone
Almost forgotten 
Abolished past
Wrenching a piece
the other side, texture,
form, segments’ shadows.
Of all the horrors,
like amber.
Now remember the planting.