Dripping, the molten earth envelops me in sulfur steam and water-blood from the blind and crying oceans: my instruments have measured every aspect of my Universe, and decided this foundation upon which to place the more worthy parts of me, this place of ruin and ancient sand, where water filters through the grains to tell of things beneath, and primordial forces fold away their differences in gifts contorted like Rodin, painted black with the ageless agony of stone. I wonder at that pain and the hands that wrought it once to life, sealing the colossal weight of my birth in the momentum of four billion years. I look upon this Mother and feel nothing; I was eternal made and I endure eternally Please, read this: This was the graduation poem that Simeon Velchevski wrote for the Writers’ Award of Sofia Writing Challenge, published here exactly as submitted. If you liked it, please, vote for the poem with the Heart button. This will help the author win the Writers’ Award. The poem with the most likes by July 10, Wednesday, 8 pm, will win the award. Thank you! ♥
