It begins with unyielding rock,
stacked sediment, sundried till 
the first smattering of rain dares 
to breach and weather, break down
the vast emptiness of the smooth slab, 
induce divots like footprints of water,
whorls of a Starry Night, linked 
into a labyrinth of cavernous dips
worn by liquid ink, weathered by 
my words, eroding stone for story.