My hands attempt to take on the wisdom of the stones
By handling them and being around them
By holding their propensity to be set in some cellular pattern
By anticipating their predisposition to become a collective structure.
The stones allow my hands to mesh with them
By not crushing them
By being kind, in the most uncompromising way
By allowing them to find the invisible bonds.
The wall becomes a network of cellular data
By ignoring the constraints of my physical nature
By transcending the common perceptions of any sense of disconnectedness
By becoming one organism, and so imparting life to these my stoney appendages.
