The Unturned Stone by Richard Weaver

looks back in disgustat those who walk pastall ignorance and innocencetheir world revolvingwithout thoughtaround a blissnever to exist It knows despaira hardness unyieldingwind caressing its broadshoulders for millenniawater insinuating itselfwhere not welcome looks beneath itselfnested and embraced by earthits shape a perfect fitthe earth cooledthe earth heatedby its shape and presenceknows the comfort theremore to comeand leaves well enough alone Continue reading The Unturned Stone by Richard Weaver