Sometimes it’s hard to say the words better to remain nothing in nothing out stone on stone facing the sea and everything knotted up and anxious deep inside and under the stone  the stone is smooth and calm heavy full of miracles for a brief moment looks like it will split in two it’s a riderless horse it’s a bird flying low it’s nothing or someone or nothing again out there in here somewhere deep and calling are the words they have always been there and always will be there you can turn them over and over kick at them…