Evolution of Stone

There is no world anymore.

There is no air in these lungs that can keep me alive.
I’m diving deeper into the ground, the heat
waking me up like my name is fire. I want my body
gone, this heart that beats like bombs in my chest:
boom. Give me shrapnel to skin my bones, I am new.
I am fight. I am lava in the ocean: I make new worlds.
I. Am. The only stone the mountains could cast,
and I’ll skip across these lakes until I land somewhere

that knows no man.