Chapter 4 Stone Is Not Stone

There was a time when stone was stone And a face on the street was a finished face. Between the Thing, myself and God alone There was an instant symmetry. Since you have altered all my world this trinity is twisted: Stone is not stone And faces like the fractioned characters in dreams are incomplete Until in the children inchoate face I recognize your exiled eyes. The soldier climbs the glaring staircase leaving your shadow. Tonight, this torn room sleeps Beneath the starlight bent by you.