Stone

I enter into a conversation with a piece of granite stone and it degenerates into an interrogation. Knowing it will be a rough encounter I wear my military fatigues. I open the interrogation with a sharp angle grinder sentence. The stone laughs at me. Mocks me, mocks my skill, undermines my conception, my spirit, my emotions, and my ardent desires. Thought dissipates and only a stubborn feeling with demonic force remains, a desire to shape and frame this object, to reveal to me our common inner self - mine, and that of the granite. I put everything I have, think, emote and dream into the stone. It responds with kicks bashing and battering my spirit, breaking my heart, straining my arm muscles, leaving every nerve end in my body aching!