So mighty are the stories

So mighty are the stories: Distant... by the sea a ship knifes through... a woman under the moon dances by the wind... leap leap... sensing the songs...feeling it... the border star lines... flesh dribbled on the stones. Stony eyes, stony ears, stony head, stony mouth, haul layers of cities, a heiress, or kings, and queens... Mile in mile, bowls, trays, wolves with human bodies... Sucking bear out of breasts, frosting caramel camels... And lifting the masks, pallid underneath... tragic trails of practicing salt on injuries... Ink and print far and beyond the stone monuments. On those are singers whose voices picture beyond the mud... The bones, flesh, stones imprint. Head, ears, lips, eyes, nothing of the temper... Tongue, and everything else...