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The Ferryman, The Carnelian

from Staircase Wit by H. Letham

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The ferryman sat down by the rivers edge and wept,
for the silence kept so close to our chests. 

While the water moved confined,
to a sandstone bluffing lie,
the Shammah knew river grew in more than just its size.

And the water thought amongst itself, “Oh,
these years of silence have done me very well.

But every language rolls, some alcove anecdote,

and they press upon my tongue, like cresending honeycombs,

we leave unguarded...
so that those who wish may take all they can carry back home."

Take these calloused hands, 
and make them whole again.
The knowledge that you spin, 
only grows my love for them.
Teaching wisdom like a glass to fill, 
kicking water up a hill.
You won’t see a difference in them.

Carnelians sat beneath the crashing tide, and sighed,

“What am I to this, and what to this am I?”
A smoothed out gravel stone?
A common bluffing manifold?
A brother to a Sard, whose pebbled purpose is never known?”


The water listened slow, to the tale that the cobble told. 

Attentively nodding to all his misplaced woes. 

And with the kindest smile, that swallowed mother of the nile, 

swept the stone out to the blue, water sky.


Oh, how wrong you are my stone, 
There so much more to know,

than what you have been told.

Take these calloused hands, 
and make them whole again.
The knowledge that you spin, 
only grows my love for them.
Teaching wisdom like a glass to fill, 
kicking water up a hill.
You won’t see a difference in them.

All the stones that lie make my river bed, are just as much apart of me, as I’m a part of them.

And the ocean that you see, so much larger than I could be,
and I’m apart of it as much as you’re apart of me.

From the pebble to fish, and from the fish then to the net, all things exist so that the whole will never end,

For the purpose that you seek exists not within a throne, and nothing can be perfect without every single stone.

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from Staircase Wit, released May 16, 2013

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