rolling stone, shaking off the moss, creak and rattles and groans, the movement forgotten, the motions foggy, unremembered. is this how this works? slab of marble, untouched, that first chink of the chisel, hammer, and that defines what arises. what escapes. this, the first step, that first stroke of brush on canvas, it's the foundation, the start, the initial instance, the seed for germination, the sprout the sapling the cub and pup. the cornerstone. what comes next? what goes where? who goes how? and why?