Riddled Branches

Branches, replied the stones, shall brandish and grow in twain. Branches, hurled the stones, shall wither and crack and die, they shall be lit. Branches will keep vigil for the sun--daily in its rounds.

Killing Stones

Stones, proposed the branches, shall litter the lowest lands, shall shoulder the oceans, shall hide in caves. Stones, continued the branches, shall always be a throw away from themselves, never finding.

Insurmountable Incredulity

Without pausing for new alliteration, a quick jaunt to the sun.

There are days when quiet escapes quiet and quiet returns quiet. Thought is in a loop and all ends when all begins. Every step is a new adventure. Every so often, every other so uncommon, a trap is laid and in all falls.

Coffee is supposed to help. In time the time wasted will be followed by... write it in.