Carefully read, this prose is at still <br />Not shaking or budging at it's own will <br />Each word will bow to the one at it's left <br />And the ones to the right are servants at best <br />Why won't it change? Is it written in stone? <br />Craved into granite, etched out in bone? <br />There's no way to know and every way to say <br />There's millions of choices and a correct chosen way <br />This writing won't change, just save and fill <br />But your one right way certainly will<br /><br />Alyssa Rieper<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/granite/
