Not a smooth stone or a sizeable stickI give you my grief.It is a lead weight on my heartIt promises nothingLike the inevitable passage of timeHere.It will plunge to your depthsLike a knifeIt will shatter your surfaceA relentless ring of ripplesI am trying to let goNot a message in a bottle or a pretty shellI give you my griefIts black taint fades in your streamsTrickles and bleedsAs I doFor as...